I was in my final year of high school and, at eighteen, too old to be as sexually-inexperienced as I was. I was even “stuff-that-hardly-counts-as-sexually” inexperienced: it’s not that I had never been kissed, but beyond that, well…let’s not dwell on it, I was inexperienced, ok? I know that some girls are able to wield geekiness as a way of being sexy, but for me it was never more than a way to be awkward around people. It’s not that I just hid in corners or something: I was in the debates club and worked on my high school newspaper, that sort of thing, but I was never very outgoing, and certainly wasn’t a person who could have initiated things with anyone. And although I had guy friends, none of them ever tried to initiate anything with me – at least, till the events of this story. Looking back I suspect that I just hung out with a group who were as timid about sex as I was.

Anyway, I did hang out with a group, and there was a guy in it, who for all you know was actually named Gordon, and I kind of had a crush on him, and thought that maybe he felt the same. I’d always sit next to him when we were all at lunch together, or sit next to him on the couch if a bunch of us were watching TV, which was usually at his place. Until one time I didn’t sit next to him, because there were a lot of us and the couch had filled up, so I sat on a cushion on the floor in front of him (I’m only 5’3″ and generally small), leaning on his left knee. I found I liked that, so I started sitting there all the time, whether I had to or not. He started resting his hand on my right shoulder when I sat there, which might have been why I liked it.

Now, usually there were a bunch of people, and they’d come and go, so we weren’t alone most of the time, but sometimes we’d be the last two at his place. And one of those times, as we were still watching TV and talking, he took his hand off my shoulder for a moment, and then Konyaaltı Escort when he put it back, it wasn’t on my shoulder anymore: he’d reached lower and across and his hand was now resting on my left breast. I didn’t know what to do! He’d been saying something, I have no idea what anymore, and he just kept talking about that, and he didn’t do anything with his hand, if you see what I mean. It was almost like it was an accident, except it obviously wasn’t that, his hand wasn’t just flat, it was cupping my breast, and although they’re not big there’s no possibility that he didn’t know what his hand was doing! (While writing this up I have realised that he must have had to sit in an odd position to be able to do this.)

I was ok with this, but there was no way I was going to say anything about it, so I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t do anything, and we just sat like that. We didn’t acknowledge that he was fondling my breast, and really he wasn’t fondling it: his hand was just there. Inexperienced as I was, I began to doubt myself: I thought that being felt up involved more, you know, actually being felt up? But what did I know? Maybe this was just the way people did it?

Odder still was that that became our new normal when we were alone. I’d sit in front of him like that, and he would rest his hand on my breast, never doing more than that, and neither of us ever admitting in any way what was happening. To the best of my recollection we had never even kissed each other at this point! It was as though it wasn’t occurring.

Until one day.

I was sitting in front of him, we were watching some movie, and I was very aware that there was no hand on my breast, and I missed it. But then I felt his fingers lightly stroking my cheek. Again, he didn’t say anything about it, I didn’t say anything about it, but it was nice. I felt very tingly from his touch. Konyaaltı Escort Bayan His fingers traced along my jaw line, then slid down my neck, barely touching me, giving me goosebumps. The goosebumps got goosebumps as his fingertip slid inside the collar of my blouse, still tracing along the line of my neck, slipping down to my collar bone, then back up again. I didn’t dare move and break the spell, but I’m not sure I could have had I chosen to!

Still stroking lightly, his fingertips traced that boundary-line of flesh that was just covered by my collar, running along behind to stroke the back of my neck then shivering forward again. I held my breath as his finger traced down the inside of the vee at the front of my blouse, tingling its way down my chest till it hit the top-buttoned button, then tracing up the other side. That was not coming anywhere close to my breasts, honestly, but I was completely fixated on the sensation of his fingers, as he traced up and down that vee over and over.

And then he stopped. At least, his fingers stopped tracing the vee. They stopped at the bottom of the vee. And then I felt some fumbling, and while my perfectly-still body conveyed the message “I am entirely unaware of what is going on” my brain was screaming “HE’S UNDOING THE BUTTON!” As indeed he was, my brain was absolutely correct about that, and after a moment his fingers began retracing the path of what was now a somewhat more-plunging vee.

And then a second button followed. And another, and another, still with us both putatively watching the movie, as though what his hand and my blouse were doing had nothing to do with us. But by now my blouse was largely undone, and the meanderings of his fingers had pushed it quite open. His fingertips were no longer tracing the vee – they were tracing down the curve of one cup, across the middle, and up the curve Escort Konyaaltı of the other cup.

I nearly exploded. I had never felt such enormous excitement before, and yet somehow I managed to keep my body absolutely calm and still. WHY I did that is a mystery to me now, but at the time it seemed quite important. It might only have just barely been my breast he was stroking along the edge of the bra, but there was no way I could think of his fingers as merely running over my “chest” any more.

Then he pressed just a little, and moved his fingers the slightest amount, and suddenly his middle fingertip was just under the edge of my bra. Another fingertip followed, and another, and he paused for a moment, perhaps (I see now) waiting for my reaction. After a moment frozen in time, his hand slowly slipped inside my bra, sliding downward, gently caressing its way across the curvature of my flesh, coming to rest in its familiar cupped position. But this time, of course, his hand was resting on the skin of my bare breast, my very stiff nipple pressing into his palm. It was ecstasy. And then – he did nothing.

I thought to myself that I should say something, anything, something to convey that I was OK with this, gods was I ok with this. And so, my brilliantly articulate debater/newspaper writer brain caused me to blurt out “Gordon, that’s good!”

And that, after a moment, made him laugh. Which made me laugh. Which made him laugh harder, and we both kind of lost it for a moment.

We were laughing hysterically, which meant we weren’t frozen anymore and he ended taking his hand away from my breast, and I turned to face him, so he leaned down to kiss me, and it turned out that was pretty nice as well. And, you know, my blouse was still unbuttoned, so I mean, what were we going to do, no point wasting all the effort that had gone into that, right? And so he slid his hand back inside my bra, and it turned out I’d been right all along, usually there was more to this than a hand just resting there!

That was as far as we went that night, though we had other firsts later. But that night, finally, by my last year of high school, I had at least been felt-up! And my brain was right: it was good.

Keiko looked out across the fields, her father and brothers had travelled to the town to sell the rice crop, and she was left alone in the house. They would be gone until dusk and with the harvest over there wasn’t much to do around the farm. She felt alone and bored; she resented her brothers for being allowed to ride with her father whilst she was stuck indoors. Ever since she had turned eighteen, she had found herself wanting more than the simple life she had on the farm. She went to the stables to see the remaining horse, a young colt named Daisuke. “Poor us, left behind with nothing to do,” Keiko said as she stroked the young horse’s mane. Then Keiko had a flash of inspiration, her and Daisuke could go for a ride around the farm, the fields were vast and it would easily take several hours to travel around them all. Daisuke had just been broken in and was still a little rebellious, but Keiko was sure she would be able to handle him. She twisted her long dark hair up into a bun and put Daisuke into a bridle and saddle.

As they set off from the house Keiko felt a sense of freedom, the land stretched out before her and there was no one to tell her what to do, she could ride all day as long as she was back before nightfall. Her excitement spurred Daisuke on and soon he was galloping happily along the border of the rice fields. Soon they reached the boundary her family’s farm. She didn’t often travel this far and the forest at the edge of the farm intrigued her. She slowed Daisuke to a slow trot and moved as close to the dense forest as she dared go. The thick foliage blocked out most of the light and Keiko could not see anything past the first few trees. Just as she was about to lose interest and turn back a fox came running from the forest scaring the birds which were searching for worms in the field. The birds flew into the air, squawking with fear, all this startled Daisuke who bucked and ran into the forest. Keiko hung on as long as she could, but as the horse dashed between the trees, she felt herself slipping from his back. Then Daisuke leapt over a fallen tree and Keiko was thrown off. She landed hard on the forest floor, hitting her head hard against the trunk of a tree as she fell, the blow instantly knocked her unconscious.

When Keiko came to, she was dazed and confused. She tried to move but found her arms and legs were bound. She opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by men. She looked around, taking in their shabby clothes and their worn out tents constructed among the trees. She was alarmed as it dawned on her that she had been captured by bandits. Her father had told her and her brothers stories of the dangerous bandits who roamed the woods and attacked merchants as they passed through on their way to the town. She had clearly been unconscious Kepez Escort for some time as it was now dark, the men were all gathered around a fire eating and laughing. She prayed that they would not notice she was awake, but almost immediately after she wished it one of the men turned to check on her. Their eyes met hers wide with fear, his narrowing as he smiled an evil, devious smile.

“Looks like our guest is awake,” he said, and the men all turned from the fire to look at her. They leered at her, and then started to advance upon her, arguing about who would get to enjoy her first.

Keiko was terrified, she had never been with a man but she had heard stories of bandits abusing their captives in depraved ways. Keiko tried to stand, run, but the ropes that bound her were too tight, and she fell down again. She furiously tried to crawl away, but hands grabbed at her from behind. One of the men dragged her to her feet and began to tear at her clothes, her hair falling around her face as she struggled to stop him. She screamed and tried to push him away, but she was surrounded and even if she could beat this man away, there were at least twenty more eager to replace him. He ripped away her dress leaving her in her revealing undergarments. Her slim figure and dark bush were clearly visible beneath the flimsy material, her nipples sticking out due to the cold night air. The sight of her lithe young body spurred the man on as he scrambled to undress her further. He tore away at the material, egged on by his companions, until all of her pale flesh was on show. She screamed again, trying to cover her now naked breasts, then suddenly there was a thud and the man slumped against her. Keiko saw an arrow sticking out of the man’s back; the rest of the bandits started to shout and ran to grab their weapons. In the confusion she was able to wriggle free of her bindings, which had been loosened by the man as he’d undressed her. She started to run into the forest away from the camp, but was scooped up from behind and pulled up onto a horse. She could not see her captor but fought him with all the strength she had.

“Don’t struggle,” her captor said pulling her into more comfortable position on the horse, “I’m here to help you.”

Keiko didn’t know if she could trust this man, but as they rode further away from the bandits, who were still in chaos, she felt it would be easier to fight him than the many men back at the camp. She resigned no to struggle until after they left the forest, hoping to lull her new captor into a false sense of security.

They rode for almost an hour before they cleared the trees. Before Keiko could restart her protests, the man slowed the horse until they came to a gentle stop. He deftly swung Escort Kepez them both down until they were standing on the ground. Now she faced the man, she saw he couldn’t be more than a year older than she was, perhaps twenty one at most, and also incredibly handsome. His dark hair framed his features, his eyes a warm brown. He was well built, and clearly a powerful man, yet his eyes were soft and friendly. She felt her pale skin blush red as she remembered her nakedness. Realising her embarrassment the man took off his shirt and wrapped it around her small frame. She couldn’t keep her eyes from his now naked chest, broad and tanned as it was. She felt an unfamiliar feeling begin to stir between her thighs. Aware of her gaze the man’s confidence faltered and he ran his hand through his hair, awkwardly trying to think of what to say.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, I was riding past when I heard you scream…” he trailed off as they gazed awkwardly at each other. For the first time Keiko noticed the bow and quiver attached to the horse’s saddle, and she felt a flood of gratitude.

“Thank you,” Keiko shyly whispered.

“I’m Ryou, what’s your name?” The man asked, his confidence seeming to return slightly.

“Keiko, my father is Yori the farmer.”

“I know of your father he often travels to the town, but his lands are far from here. How did you come into the possession of those lawless men?” Ryou questioned her.

Keiko blushed with embarrassment, her reason seemed trivial, and she knew her father would be angry at her shameful actions. It was not considered proper for a girl to go out riding, especially unaccompanied. “I was left to look after the farm whilst my father and brothers went into town…” her voice trailed off.

“But you were too adventurous to stay at home?” Ryou smiled warmly at her, comforting her. “I know the feeling, I hate being told to stay in and study, I love to ride through the fields and learn by experience.”

Keiko felt drawn to Ryou, they seemed to be kindred spirits, adventurous and rebellious as they were. Their eyes met and she knew that he felt the same longing for her. Her beautiful green eyes seemed to beg Ryou to come closer, to hold her. He reached out to her pulling her against his bare chest. She felt his firm body against her and let his shirt slide from her shoulders so she was naked before him. Her breasts pressed against his naked flesh as he drew her in for a long passionate kiss. She felt her pulse race as his soft lips caressed hers. She had never known such intimacy and did not fully understand the desire she now felt. She felt something hard between his legs pressing into her stomach; it both frightened and excited her.

Ryou’s hands wandered across her back Kepez Escort Bayan as they shared another deep kiss, his hands found her firm buttocks and he began to knead them. Keiko moaned into his mouth as she felt a wetness growing between her slim thighs. Next, his hands glided across her body until they reached her pert breasts, which were large for her petite size. He cupped them gently as his thumbs and forefingers tweaked her rapidly hardening nipples. Keiko was filled with a need to be as close to Ryou as she could, she ran her hands across his firm chest onto his broad shoulders. She ran her fingers through his soft hair as her tongue danced with his, making her movements more and more frantic. She reached down and pulled away the last of his clothes so they both stood naked. She looked down and gasped at the sight of his manhood. She had never seen another person naked before, except her brothers as babies. She was intrigued by the sight of his cock, hard with desire for her.

Ryou scooped her up and laid her down on the hard earth, the short grass tickled her in her supersensitive state. Ryou laid on top of her, continuing to kiss her gently, Keiko instinctively spread her legs so that his hips rested between them. She felt his hardness pressing up against her, finding her wetness and the centre of her desire. She didn’t know what to do but her body responded naturally to his, opening up to him. His penis slowly pressed into her, her virgin pussy tight on his intruding member. She gasped with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Ryou kissed her gently on the lips then started to kiss her neck, drawing more moans of pleasure from her. He slid into her further until he met the barrier that held Keiko’s virginity. He looked deep into her eyes and held her gently as he gave the violent thrust, which broke through and opened up her hidden depths. She cried out in pain but his gentle touch soon soothed her. He slowly restarted his rhythmic movements and Keiko was filled with a new joyful feeling. She gave a long moan as she started to cum, her tight pussy gripping Ryou’s cock, drawing him in. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust and soon their movements had lost all control and rhythm, they were both filled with a frantic need. The rapid and hard thrusts quickly pushed Ryou over the edge and he exploded inside of her. His wild orgasmic movements also drove Keiko into a new world of pleasure, and she screamed as she was filled with a feeling she could never have imagined.

The two of them collapsed, breathing heavily, exhausted by their exertions. Ryou rolled off her, lying on the hard ground, amazed by the experience. To Keiko he had seemed to know what he was doing, but in fact, he had only heard stories of such acts from his friends. Never before had he held a woman and made love as he had with this strange new girl. He pulled Keiko close to him, her head resting on his chest, and under the starry sky they both slipped into a deep sleep, completely forgetting where they were and concerned only with each other’s warm presence.

“Rita,” said Dan on the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Carter.”

“Ask Lance and Rod to come in, please.”

Lance, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed version of Troy Donahue or Tab Hunter and Rod, a muscular man looking much like a shorter version of Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was in his prime, entered his office.

“I have a unique applicant to interview,” he said with a laugh. “Do you think that you two can handle her?”

The two men looked up at the closed circuit television screen that showed the waiting room outside Dan’s office.

“She’s not the big ugly, old one, is she? She looks angry, Dan,” said Rod. “I’m going to have to pass on her,” said Rod. “My, uhm, back has been hurting lately. I was doing heavy squats when I heard something pop. I’d do her otherwise. You know I would. Give her to Lance.”

“No, she’s the cute, young blonde sitting in the corner.”

“Number 2,” asked Lance? “She hot, really hot.”

“Nothing gets by you Lance,” said Dan. “Yes, number 2 is the next one.”

“Definitely, I can handle her,” said Rod. “It’s a miracle. As soon as I got up to look at the monitor, my back suddenly felt better.”

“Yeah, I bet,” said Dan. “It’s a miracle that I still employ you.”

“She’s not lesbian is she,” asked Lance? “For some reason, lesbians don’t like me.”

“That’s because you’re prettier than they are,” said Rod.

“Fuck you,” said Lance to Rod.

“So,” asked Rod, “what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s a virgin,” said Dan with a smug smile.

“She’s a virgin,” repeated Lance.

“Get the fuck out of here,” said Rod. “Do they still make those? I thought they were extinct. No one is a virgin today.”

Rod gave Lance a high five.

“Look at her. Take a good look. She looks really young,” said Lance, “jailbait young. That explains why she’s a virgin. I don’t think she’s of age, Dan. You need to get her the Hell out of here. You don’t want to mess around with that shit, I don’t care if she looks like an angel.”

“Rita,” said Dan.

“Yes, Mr. Carter.”

“Send in the next applicant, please.

“Yes, Mr. Carter.”

The door opened enough for the cute, young, blonde woman to peek her head inside. She was adorable. Angelic in nature, she looked like she just came to the big city from the farm. With her rosy cheeks, blue eyes, and long blonde hair, butter would melt in her mouth. If you imagine a Swedish woman skiing in the Alps or a Dutch woman sipping coffee in Amsterdam, she is the very vision you’d imagine.

“Come in, don’t be shy.”

“I’m Dan Carter the Executive Producer and Director,” he said standing and walking towards her with his outstretched hand. These handsome gentlemen are two of my actors, Lance Ram and Rod Steel.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said holding out her hand and shaking Dan’s, Lance’s, and Rod’s hand. “I’m Robin.”

“Such a perfect name for such a beautiful woman,” said Lance.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile while turning pink with embarrassment.

“If you don’t mind me asking you, how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“You look thirteen,” said Rod. “I hope to God you really are eighteen. I love the young, innocent look,” he said with a bit of drool present on his lip. “The camera will love you.”

“May I see some identification, a driver’s license?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Today is your eighteenth birthday,” said Dan passing off her license for Lance and Rod to examine.

“It looks legitimate to me, Boss,” said Lance.

“Yeah, it even has the hologram and the photo doesn’t appear to be altered. It’s real,” said Rod handing the license back to the young, woman.

“Well, Happy Birthday, Robin,” said Dan.

“Thank you.”

“Happy Birthday,” said Lance giving her a peck on the lips.

“Happy Birthday,” said Rod French kissing her while reaching his hand around to squeeze her ripe ass and ending his molestation of her by feeling her A cup tit.

“That was totally rude, Dude,” whispered Lance to Rod. “What the Hell is wrong with you? I think your steroids have gone to your brain.”

“If you think that’s rude, wait to you see what I do to her in a few minutes,” Rod whispered back to Lance.

“It says here that you’re a virgin.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve never had sexual intercourse?”

“Sexual intercourse?”

“Yes,” said Dan.

To hear her say those words was like hearing a Sunday School Teacher say something totally appropriate.

“Do you mean allowing a man to stick his erect penis in my wet pussy while he humps me and I hump him back until he ejaculates his load of cum in a condom or in my pussy?” She so very was delightful in her explanation of the sexual act.

“Well, yes, I guess that’s what I mean by sexual intercourse. Only the way you say it paints a much better graphic image of the sex act than I did by merely mentioning sexual intercourse and, somehow hearing it drip from your lips, it doesn’t sound dirty,” he said reaching down to adjust his erection. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Have you had sexual intercourse?”

“No, Sir, I’ve never Korkuteli Escort had sexual intercourse.”

“Have you ever given a blowjob?”

“A blowjob?”

“Yes,” said Dan.

Again, hearing her repeat the word blowjob sounded so innocent coming from her, yet arousing at the same time.

“Do you mean allowing a man to stick his big, hairy cock in my mouth, tightening my lips around it, and sucking it while stroking him with my little hand? Do you mean giving him a blowjob by swirling my tongue around the head of his cock until he shoots a warm, gooey load of cum in my mouth and down my throat before licking him clean?”

Rod and Lance just looked at her with their tongues hanging out of their mouths and their pants tented.

“Well, yes, I guess that’s what I mean by a blowjob. Again you do wonderfully well describing the sexual act of giving a blowjob. So, again, you didn’t answer my question. Have you given a blowjob?”

“No, Sir, I’ve never given one of those.”

“Have you ever given a hand job?”

“A hand job?”

“Yes,” said Dan.

Either this woman was dropped from an animated cartoon set or she was purposely driving everyone mad with desire for her by teasing them with these erotic explanations. Moreover, the fact that someone who looked like her was basically talking so erotically dirty added to the lustful desire for her.

“Do you mean, unzipping his pants while we are making out, sticking my hand in his pants and feeling his bulging cock through the thin cotton fabric of his shorts before pulling it out of his underwear and wrapping my delicate fingers around a man’s flaccid cock while stroking him to an erection? Do you mean by giving a hand job I tighten my grip around his stiff cock and stroke him faster and faster until he explodes his warm sticky seed all over my little hand and in between my fingers or across my naked breasts or gives me a cum bath by shooting his load across my face, in my mouth, up my nose, in my eyes, and all over my long, blonde, soft, lush hair?”

“Well, yes, I guess that’s what I exactly mean by a hand job. Once, again, your mastery of description paints such an erotic image that we are all hot to do you. Only, once again, you failed to answer my question. Have you given a blowjob?”

“No, Sir, I’ve never given one of those either. Matter of fact, I’ve never even seen a penis. This is my first time for everything.”

Rod stood, unzipped his pants and was about to pull out his cock and stick it in her face.

“Rod! Still down please. I’m not done interviewing Robin.”

Because of his stiff erection, he had a difficult time zipping up his pants.

“Have you ever allowed anyone to give you pleasure orally?”

“Pleasure me orally?”

“Oh, God, yes,” said Dan.

“Do you mean, allowing a man or a woman, for that matter, to fall between my legs while sticking his or her tongue along the soft hairless lips of my pussy, reaching up to feel and caress my tits while pulling out and twisting my nipples. Do you mean having a man or a woman lick and suck my clit and finger fuck me with his or her long, stiff fingers while reaching up with his or her other hand to play with my nipples?”

“You are amazing, Robin. Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Yet, again, you forgot to answer my question. Has anyone eaten your pussy?”

“No, I’ve never had anyone eat my pussy, either.”

“Tell me, for someone who has never been fucked, has never sucked, has never given a hand job, has never even seen a penis, and who has never had her pussy licked and fingered, how do you know so much about it?”

“I read a lot and I’ve watched a couple of your porn movies. My Dad has a whole collection.”

“Which one of my movies have you seen?”

“Brenda Takes A Job As The Only Woman At The Steel Mill and Phyllis, The Lone Cowgirl, Sleeps Naked In The Bunkhouse.”

“Well, would you like to try giving both a hand job and a blowjob today, while being fucked doggie style?”

“I’m eager to do my best to get both Lance and Rod off, if that is the reason why they are here.”

“No, not at all, even though Lance and Rod, especially Rod, are eager to cum in your mouth and in your pussy, they’ll be no passing of fluids today. This is just an audition.”

Rod jumped to his feet to grab Robin.

“Rod! Sit! This is the interview process. I haven’t even reached the audition process, yet, where she reads a script.”

“Reads a script,” said Rod obviously annoyed and sexually frustrated. “Are you kidding me? Just look at her. I’ve seen all I need to see to know that Robin has real talent and a knack for this type of work.”

“Take a breath and cool down, Rod. You’ll have your chance to get better acquainted with Robin later. Think of something other than sex.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” said Rod taking some deep breaths. “Dumbbells, barbells, bench presses, squats—”

“Silently, Rod, think silently.”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“So, Robin,” said Dan, “why suddenly now?”

“I’m of legal age, silly,” she said that with such Korkuteli Escort Bayan a cute smile that it made you want to stick your cock in her mouth. “I can’t think of a better way for me to lose my virginity, celebrate my birthday, and make some extra cash all at the same time.”

“You’ve come to the right place, Robin,” said Dan.

“Should I take out my gum,” said Robin blowing her last bubble, “before sucking cock?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Rod. “Definitely, there’ll be no room in your mouth for anything else but my cock.”

“Let’s not jump the gun, here, Rod. I still need Robin to read for me.”

“How rude of me,” said Dan. “Please have a seat Robin. You’ve been standing all this time.”

Robin sat on the couch across from Dan sitting behind his desk and Lance and Rod flanked his desk with their chairs. Both Lance and Rod turned their chairs to face Robin. When she sat with her mini-skirt, she flashed her panties, and even with her knees tightly closed, her thin, shapely thighs gave the material of her dress the perfect bridge that allowed them to still see a triangular patch of panty.

“As I do with all the women I’ll be interviewing today, I must give you my spiel. Now, that the interview process is completed, next is to film you reading a mini-scene. This mini-scene will show me how you will appear on camera. The camera loves some women and not others. I’ve seen the most beautiful women who are just not photogenic and then, conversely, the most ordinary of women appear star like through the camera lens. Further, this mini-scene, if you are selected for the movie, is what I will use in the movie.”

“I’m not worried,” she said. “I’ve been told that I’m very photogenic.”

“Good,” said Dan continuing his spiel. “As per it says in the release and disclosure, Double Dare Films will pay you $100 for your time and if your mini-scene is chosen we will pay you an additional $168 giving you a one day total of $268 for 15 minutes of acting. If the movie is a financial success, than you have the opportunity to make more money, depending, of course, on the success of the film but anywhere from $500 to $5,000.”

“Wow, that’s great. I hope your film is a big success,” she said smiling so sweetly.

“We all hope that this film is the one that puts us over the top,” he said returning her smile. “Now, please read this prepared script,” he said handing her a type written page of dialogue. “This will show me your acting ability. By the way, for this film, it doesn’t matter if you have acting ability or not. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t acted before. What is important is if the camera likes you or not.”

She was certainly an attractive enough woman and very sweet, but he wouldn’t know until he viewed her video later to see if he’d use her or not.

“Yes, I understand,” she said leaning forward to study the script while giving Dan, Lance, and Rod a nice down blouse view of her tits.

“She’s not wearing a bra,” Rod mouthed the words to Lance with a shit eating grin before returning his gaze down her blouse.

Lance made a sour face at his perverted co-star.

“I want you to read it over before reciting it aloud. Read it as many times as you’d like. Take all the time you need. Try and memorize as much as you can. Then, imagine that you are the woman, a virgin, in the scene, an innocent woman who is sexually assaulted by two of her best friends and forced to give them sex. Feel her, imagine her emotion, and then recite it with feeling, as if you are her.”

“Wow! That sounds really hot,” she said glancing down at the script and looking back at him.

“Lance and Rod will play themselves. Let me know whenever you are ready, Robin.”

He watched her study the script. She was such a pretty girl. Never would he have imagined her to be the type auditioning for an adult film. Yet, over the years, he had seen them all come and go. She read it over three or four times.

“I’m ready.”

“Take 1, Robin,” he said snapping his movie director clapper board. “Lights!” The lights dimmed. “Camera!” The lens zoomed in on her from her feet to her head. “And Action!” He said pointing to Robin for her to begin.

“Nice towel,” said Lance.

“I just finished showering,” said Robin, “when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting you guys for another hour. You can watch television until I get ready. The Sox are playing a Fenway. It already started I think.”

“We don’t want to watch a ballgame,” said Rod. “We came here for you.” Rod reached out and in one quick pull, he grabbed the towel off her body. She stood naked before her childhood friends desperately trying to cover herself with her hands and arms.

“Have you gone mad?”

“Yes, we are mad with desire for you,” said Lance.

Rod reached out and threw her over his shoulder and carried her in the bedroom. Lance grabbed anything that he could find belts and scarves to tie her to the bed.

“Please don’t do this. This is rape.”

“It’s time that you are no longer a virgin, Robin. You’ve been teasing us forever. We Escort Korkuteli know you want us.”

“Yes, I do, but not like this, not forced. Can’t we go see a movie first, and then grab a bite to eat? I can date you both. After a month or two or longer of dating, we can make out a little before—”

“Shut up, Bitch,” said Rod slapping her across her face.

“Well, I think we have quite enough,” said Dan.

“We were just getting to the part where she was going to suck my cock, Dan,” said Rod.

“It’s just a script Rod.”

“So,” asked Robin, “what happens now?

“What happens now is that we continue our interview in private.”

“In private? That’s bullshit. Couldn’t we just stay to watch,” said Rod.

“Get out,” said Dan.

“I promise I won’t even make a comment.”

“Out,” said Dan pointing to the door.

“Come on, Rod. It will be that much more exciting if Dan picks her to make a film with us.”

“Yeah, but look at her. I really wanted to fuck her. She’s so freaking gorgeous.”

Lance and Rod reluctantly left Dan’s office.

“Is he always like that,” asked Robin?

“Rod is insatiable. Lance is okay. I use Rod for all the group sex movies. He’s perfect for multiple cum shots. The guy can cum three times in an hour.”

“That’s amazing. So, what did you think of my reading?”

“I thought it was quite good and before I even view the video, I know the camera will love you. You’re a natural.”

He looked at her feeling a bit uncomfortable asking her. She was so very young and obviously so innocent. Yet, he asked her nonetheless.

“So, now what? Do you call me?”

“Yes, we will be in touch with you, but before you go, I need to see your body.”

“Sure,” she said standing unabashedly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Uninhibited and without modesty, she pulled her dress over her head and briefly stood before him in just her high heels and panties. In one quick pull, she removed her panty.

“I just had my pussy waxed. What do you think?”

“It’s lovely,” he said inhaling her.

“Feel it,” she said stepping closer to him. “It’s so soft.”

He reached out his hand and cupped her pussy before parting her lips with her finger.

“That feels so good,” she said. “I’m so wet right now. Rub my clit while fucking me with your finger.

Obediently, he accommodated her every wish. He leaned forward and took her perfect A cup tits in his mouth, first one and then the other.

“You have a beautiful body. How tall are you and what do you weigh?”

“I’m 5’7″ and weight 115 pounds,” she said giving him a smile. “Can I see it now?”

“See what?”

“Youre cock, of course, silly. I’ve never seen one before.”

Dan stood and dropped his sweat pants.

“What do you think?”

“It’s big. Do all cocks look like this?”

“Most are smaller and some a bigger.”

“May I touch you?”

“I’d be terribly disappointed if you didn’t.”

She reached out and took his prick in her hand.

“I can barely fit my hand around it. It feels good,” she said stroking him. “I like how it feels hard and soft at the same time.”

“Would you think me too forward and think less of me if I took your cock in my mouth? I’m so very curious what it feels like to suck a cock.”

“I would think more of you if you took my cock in my mouth, my dear,” he said.

She got on her knees and engulfed him.

“Am I doing it right,” she said removing his cock to speak before taking the full length of him in her mouth again. She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock while tightening her grip to stroke him.

“No one would believe that this is your first time sucking a cock,” he said putting his hand to the back of her blonde head while closing his eyes and smiling.

“I like sucking your cock, Dan,” she said removing him from her mouth. “Would I put you on the spot to ask you to fuck me?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. I’m happy to accommodate you in any way that I can.”

“There may be a mess with me getting blood on your carpet.”

“I have some plastic that I can toss over the couch.”

When he pushed her back on the couch and went to mount her, she rolled him over and mounted him. She sat on her torso and reached behind her to position his cock in her pussy.

“Wow! That’s outrageous,” she said as he popped her hymen instantly pooling out blood that colored his balls and thighs.

“Oh, my God!”

“Am I doing this right?”

“You’re doing just fine, Honey.”

She stopped humping him and got off, just before he was about to explode in her pussy.

“May, I use your bathroom?”

“Of course,” he said looking over at the camera to make sure he had captured all of this and all of her.

“Well, now that I gave you a hand job, sucked your cock, and fucked you, I’m no longer a virgin. Maybe, next time,” she said, “you could lick my pussy.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

In the next chapter, racist Myra, who migrated north from the deep south to get away from her KKK family members, sucks a big, black cock in her audition for Double Dare Adult Films.

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Julia’s skin was so sweet – perfectly smooth. A full-scholarship college tennis player, she had that tautness of muscle tone that went beyond the normal for a 19-year-old sophomore. Not overly muscled, just firm all over. I remember making up after one of our many fights during high school by rubbing the inside and outside of one thigh, sitting next to her as she stood in a short tennis dress. She went off into that dreamland that puppies often go into when scratched in just the right place. I wasn’t far behind. It was a nice leg, with no jiggles of fat. She had been a little embarrassed and had blushed when she realized that she had almost felt hypnotized by my touch.

Now, I was caressing her neck with my lips, gently touching her beautiful skin, drinking in her smell. She was wearing hot pants and pantyhose, and, a dreaded bodysuit, impossible to get underneath to lay claim to her breasts without a full-scale assault on the hot pants, which she knew full well and teased me about.

“No sneaking up the hill right now,” she giggled, as I realized her choice of wardrobe. Fair’s fair, I thought, and moved my hand down from her waist to caress the smoothness of her pantyhose on her upper thigh. I used a light touch on the space between her knee and upper thigh, on the top of her leg.

“Cruel, cruel,” I cooed as I gently rubbed and squeezed. She purred.

“Can’t do much about anything here anyway,” she observed, noting that we were, in fact, in her parents’ living room at about 8 at night, with her parents studiously trying to stay out of sight yet within earshot. They still didn’t trust us far, even though, after four years of dating Julia was still a virgin. We had come close, but she had always said that she wanted to save it for marriage, and I respected that. I too, was a virgin, she being the only girl I’d dated extensively.

Not that we hadn’t come close. Not that I didn’t have the typical overactive hormones of a teenage boy. Julia loved to have her pussy caressed and eaten, and had become quite adept at stroking my dick to wonderful orgasms. I loved to kiss her breasts. She would sit on the sofa, bra unhooked (I remember her glee the first time she wore one that hooked in front as I struggled in consternation searching for the hook in the back. She finally unhooked the front and released her beautiful breasts to my fingers and lips, releasing the cups of the bra and immediately taking her arms around me to guide my face to her nipples). I would maneuver to kneeling in between her legs as she sat, giving me equal access to either breast. I would kiss them and suck them, and slowly pull down her pants. Her flat belly was so wonderful I would spend a lot of time kissing and nibbling it. Then, pulling her pants off I would move on farther down, where I would lift her legs onto my shoulders to eat her soft snatch until her legs would squeeze my ears as she came in a shuddering orgasm. In turn, she would work her hand into my pants and stroke my cock until I came, covering her hand with my sperm. At least what didn’t spurt all over my shirt.

But for now, no breasts. No eating pussy. Just kisses and ear nibbling. Cock stays in the pants. She would sink her tongue into my ear and give me goose bumps and shudders. She knew it drove me crazy. Well, turnabout is fair play, I thought, and started gently licking her ear with just the point of my tongue, punctuating the motion with heavy, warm breaths into her ear. Not hard. Gentle, loving.

“Do you like this?” I breathed softly into her ear.

She said nothing, but nodded slightly with her eyes closed, her mouth parted a little as her breathing quickened. I kept up my assault on her ear and neck. Little nibbles to neck and ear. Her breathing deepened and quickened. I rubbed a little more firmly on her thigh.

” I want you at my place,” I whispered, referring to my new apartment on the campus of the college I’d transferred to that fall. “I want you in my bed. Alone, just you and me. I want you with all your clothes off, our skin touching from head to foot, so I can love you all night long.” I finished whispering with a long, gentle exhale into her ear.

She shivered and moaned and I smelled that incredible musky smell. I had brought her to orgasm with just aural sex! She kissed me deeply, passionately, holding my face with her hands. “I love you, Sean,” she whispered.

“Oh, yes, Julia, I can’t wait to have you in my arms there.”

“When? I have to leave for school Saturday!” she moaned, “And it’s Thursday!”

Hmm, a serious problem. There was no time. It was the end of Christmas break. My school was an hour and a half away, hers two hours in the other direction. It didn’t look good. I sat back.

“Sean,” said her mother, coming into the room.

“Yes, Kemer Escort Mrs. M,” I probably got along better with her mother than I did with her. No so her father, he was as tough as they came, and had no illusions about my intentions towards his daughter. Mom understood, at least a bit, and gave us a fair bit of space and patience. She was an elementary school teacher, intelligent, a good conversationalist, and all-around nice lady. I liked her a lot. Dad was gruff, always testing. He held a good white-collar job that had him commuting an hour and a half each way every day. I gave him great respect, which he had earned.

“Sean, I just heard the weather forecast, and I have a big favor to ask.”

“What can I do for you, Mrs. M?”

“The weather’s supposed to be really bad this weekend, and Julia needs to get back to school. I don’t want her father out in it, and I don’t trust myself to drive in snow and ice. Could you take her back Saturday in our car and bring it back on Sunday? It would really help us out. We’ll give you money for gas and to go out for dinner when you get there.” Mrs. M. looked at me hopefully. She knew I had to get back to school Sunday, which would make for a lot of driving for me in potentially really bad weather. She also knew my own car had Volkswagen Bug Heat, which meant not much.

I tried not to look like I’d died and gone to heaven, having just been handed The Golden Opportunity, complete with parental blessing. “Sure, Mrs. M, I’d be happy to help out,” I said, “If it’s okay with you, I’ll leave my Bug in your driveway, swap cars when I get back and go on to school.” I figured that getting into the details of the arrangements would distract her from the obvious.

“Let’s leave late morning,” she replied, “I’d like to sleep in one last time, but I’ll be all packed into the car the night before so we can just leave.” Her eyes shone as she looked at me. I could feel my toes melting. She cast quite a spell over me. A Leo, though, to my Capricorn. We were fated to fight like cats and dogs. But making up was always so sweet. She was my first love.

“OK, I’ll get here about 11,” I said.

“11:30?” she asked meekly, knowing I usually was out of bed by 6.

“OK,” I laughed.

The rest of that evening we played Scrabble with her folks. I got clobbered, as usual. They were ferocious players, while I was a neophyte. Julia and I stood at the front door for a long time and kissed deeply when I left, my arms encircling her firm waist.

“I can’t believe it!” she whispered.

“Me neither,” I said as I nibbled her neck in that wonderful soft place beneath the cheekbone. “We’ll have all night together! I can’t wait!”

“I can’t, either,” she breathed. I grazed her skin and almost made her cum again right there.

Saturday finally came. I arrived promptly at 11:20. OK, I was early, but you would be, too. Julia met me at the door. She could fill out a pair of jeans like no one I ever saw: beautiful, long, tennis-toned legs attached to her firm, shapely bottom. She set the standard for my appreciation of female anatomy ever since. She had on a long-sleeve button down white shirt with pockets over each breast. Her shoulder length brown hair loose, her distinctive white streak of hair prominent in front where she parted it. As often, she took my breath away. She was what my friends and I called pretty, like Audrey Hepburn or Emma Thompson, rather than in the style of gorgeous like Sophia Loren, Racquel Welch, or Jennifer Lopez. It was a stylistic rather than qualitative difference, and I preferred pretty.

“We’ll be on the road in minutes,” she squealed as she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. I held her close an immediately noticed that she had no bra underneath her shirt. My body responded.

“You forgot an item of clothing,” I whispered in her ear as I stroked up and down her back, pressing my growing erection into her belly.

She pulled back and looked me deeply in the eyes. “No, I didn’t,” she said with a little smile.

“Oh, my,” I whispered with mock shock, and pressed even more firmly. “Did you do that for me?” In answer, she felt my hard cock against her belly and pressed back. She giggled at my discomfort.

“Well, say goodbye!” said Mr. M, coming into the entryway. I was grateful for my coat, which I hastily buttoned closed over the bulge in my pants. We said all our good-byes and gave kisses and handshakes all around. I was told to be careful driving, but at that moment the sun was shining and the temperature was below zero, way too cold for significant snow. I assured them that I would be very careful going and returning, and Julia and I went out to the car. As usual, I opened the door for her (my older sister had taught me well). We set off.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Julia cried as we pulled away.

“Me neither,” I said, shaking my head. “Well, move over!” It was a big Mercury sedan, with Kemer Escort Bayan a middle seat belt in the front bench seat. She moved over to the middle and buckled up. I didn’t put my arm around her, because I was conscientious about safety on a long drive.

But have you ever tried to elevate holding hands to an art form? Intertwining fingers, stroking with a thumb ever so gently. Exploring the folds and places of someone’s hand with just your sense of touch. So that the feelings rise just above the level of consciousness. So that each of you knows what’s happening with your fingers and palms. Funneling all of the love you feel down your arms, and trying to express it in simple touch. We did that for over two hours. An uneventful drive? Not at all. It was intense, in its own way.

When we got to her dorm, a suite with four bedrooms sharing a common room, bathroom, and kitchenette, none of her roommates had arrived. They were all high school friends of Julia’s.

“Do they know I’m going to be here?” I asked.

“Yup, I called them all and told them to be as late getting here as possible,” Julia said, eyes sparkling.

“But you have your own room,” I said, looking around her room of the suite as I set the first load of her luggage and my knapsack in the corner.

“Yeah, but the walls are thin, and they’re jealous,” she said.

“Jealous? Of me? We could invite them in to watch. Maybe participate!” I said, and ducked her roundhouse swing laughing.

“Sean! Don’t you dare!” She said angrily. Then, she moved in close and put her arms around me. “I want you all to myself today. And tonight.”

“Starting now?” I asked, as innocently as I could.

“Starting now,” she said firmly, and hugged me, gently pushing me back towards her single bed in the small but comfortable room. I yielded, and shuffled back until I felt the backs of my knees touch the mattress. Our lips had locked by then, and our tongues hungrily explored each other’s mouths. My hands removed her coat and rubbed up and down her smooth, braless back. She pushed my army field jacket down my arms behind me and tossed it aside.

“You planned this,” I said, moving my hand to unbutton the top button of her shirt.

“Uh huh,” she said, smiling what looked a little like a wicked smile.

“I’m glad,” I said, and I sat on the bed, pulled her standing in between my legs, and continued undoing the buttons of her shirt, looking first at her stunning cleavage, then seeing more of her shapely breasts. She took on that dreamy look. When I finished I moved her shirt aside and just looked at her breasts. They were perfect. Well-sized, firm, with round brown aureoles and, at the moment, very erect nipples. “Julia, your breasts are so beautiful. I have to kiss them.”

“Yes, please kiss them and hold them,” she breathed. I moved my hands up her waist and encircled each of them, firmly grasping and squeezing, the nipples poking through between my thumbs and fingers. I moved my lips to kiss one nipple, then the other. Alternating, I took each into my mouth and gently bit and sucked them. Julia’s breathing grew heavier. I continued to give her breasts my full attention. We had never really had an opportunity like this, with no potential interruptions, and plenty of space.

I took as much of each breast into my mouth as I could. I pressed my face in between her breasts, kissing her skin and mashing them against my cheeks. I kept on kissing her breasts – sides, undersides, tops, nipples. There’s a wonderful place where the top of the breast starts to rise from the chest. I kissed there. I was in a gentle frenzy. But it wasn’t over. As I kissed her, I moved my hands to her jeans, first unbuttoning the button, then slowly, languorously unzipping them. My lips moved down from her breasts to kiss and lick her chest, then her navel, spending time tickling it with my tongue. Julia giggled a little, but the intensity of my caresses had put her in that far-away place. My fingers grasped the sides of her pants and I slowly, ever so slowly, began to slip them over her hips and down her legs. Once her shirt was free of where it had been tucked in, she shrugged it off. I looked up to see her in beautiful naked glory, breasts and arms free of all clothing. The sight took my breath away. “You’re so beautiful,” I said.

“You’re not finished yet,” she breathed, reminding me of the task at hand. I didn’t dawdle. My fingers hooked her panties and they traveled down her hips with the jeans. Both garments slid down over her tight butt, and we were home free. As I pushed them down, I kissed and licked the front of her right thigh, up to her hip and across her waist. When I got the jeans and panties to the floor, I took one foot at a time and helped her get free of the denim and cotton of the panties. Voila! I paused to look. Her bush was trimmed, but not overly so. Every inch of her body was breathtaking. I pressed my face into her fur, soaking up the scent of Escort Kemer her womanhood, grabbing her cheeks with my hands. They were so firm and tight. I could taste her wetness without actually reaching to her pussy. And did I mention it? I was so happy to have worn my baggy carpenter’s jeans. They had kept my cock from breaking, I think, allowing it to expand, and now throb, in directions that tight Levis would never have permitted.

Julia had that faraway look when I pulled back from her muff and looked up past her breasts to her face. She came out of her reverie and looked down at me, smiling. “I’ll be you’re pretty uncomfortable,” she said, “with all those clothes on.”

I just nodded, still looking at her body. She started with my shirt, a pullover soccer jersey from my high school days as a goalie. She reached down and pulled it up and over my head with one motion. “That’s better,” she said, kneeling now between my legs and running her hands over my chest. She pressed in and kissed me deeply. I could feel her nipples against my bare skin, her firm breasts against my chest. Her tongue went practically down the back of my throat. Her arms came away from my back and went to my belt, where she unhooked it with practiced motion. Her fingers found the pants’ button and undid it, and then, quickly now, she undid the zipper and spread the denim, reaching inside for my cock through my underwear. She dug around and pushed it into a vertical position inside my briefs, and caressed it with her fingers. Her hands moved to the sides of my pants, and she started working them down my hips, taking the briefs with them. But they were caught on my erection and I gasped, interrupting the deep kiss we had maintained.

“Oh, sorry!” she said, not without a smile, when I explained my distress. She pulled back and took the waistband of my briefs down over the head of my cock, now poking out in its swelled, purple glory.

“That looks so good to me!” Julia said, staring at it. We had never really done this in the light, and here we were in mid-afternoon. She pulled briefs and jeans down now, me lifting enough off the bed for her to get them under my bottom and free of the mattress. She, too, helped me get my feet free. We now only had our socks on.

“No socks!” Julia said, removing mine, and then her own, reaching back behind to her feet as she knelt in front of me. “Now,” she said, “back to pleasure!” She came forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips finding mine at first ever so softly: sweet, flitting kisses, with occasionally the merest suggestion of tongue for only an instant. Then she would move a little closer and plant one on me, tongue reaching deep into my mouth. She had never kissed me like this before. She didn’t press against me, but rather came only close enough for me to feel her nipples against my chest in the ever-so-soft way. This was all new. With a little jealousy entering into the back of my mind, I asked where she had learned that way of smooching.

“We all go to the movies to see what we can learn. But mostly we talk about it later and laugh hysterically,” she said, smiling at some apparently very amusing memories.

“What movies taught you kissing like that?” I pressed, not entirely convinced.

“Mostly the porno movies they show on campus,” she said simply.

“You go to porno movies?” I asked incredulously. This was nothing I would ever have expected of Julia. “With who?”

“Oh, Martha, Robin, and Sue,” she said, naming her three suite mates.

“And they’re funny?” I asked.

“Well, the whole scene is pretty funny,” she said, and proceeded to describe how groups of men and women would show up for midnight porno flicks on campus and studiously avoid each other. It sounded just like where I went to college. I was mollified, but curious.

“What else besides exquisite kissing have you learned?” I asked, with mock scientific demeanor.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know!” she laughed, looking at me.

“Well,” I said, a little shyly, “I would.”

“I can try, but it’s nothing I’ve practiced,” she said shyly, too.

“That’s okay, Julia,” I replied softly, “We have all afternoon and night to practice.” She looked at me and smiled just a little, and then pressed forward to hug me hard, breasts in my chest and nipples against my skin. My cock was sandwiched between us, having never given any hint of deflating. My balls were painfully blue.

Our lips met. Our tongues entwined. I made enough space to put my hands between us to hold her breasts. I squeezed her nipples and she sighed. One of her hands came down from my neck and reached between us, wrapping around my cock just below the head. She stroked gently up and down the shaft, stopping at that oh-so-sensitive place just below my engorged cock head. It felt incredible after hours of torture. My hand roamed south to cup her pussy. She was warm and wet, and I slid my finger in between her pussy lips, and deep inside her. She moaned and sighed, moving against my hand. She stroked my cock firmly.

“If you do much more of that, I’m going to cum all over us,” I said, embarrassed, “You have me so turned on.”

“No, no, I don’t want you to cum yet,” she mock scolded me, “I have something I want to practice.”

I knew the moment I laid eyes on her lovely beauty I had to have her. Jennifer had just started at the office, and she gave a whole new outlook on work to me. But she was 21 and I was 48, a formidable age span.

But this did not stop me from craving her femininity…from lying awake endlessly at night, dreaming of her wetness and longing to fill her with my huge manhood. You see, I am a very manly man and young women find me attractive and the feeling is mutual. I have, shall you say, qualities that young women find arousing…and sometimes…fulfilling.

I’m not going to lie…I craved Jennifer in my cock. When she bent over to clear the copier I could see clearly the outline of her lovely ass. She often wore sexy purple panties and this drove me insane. I wanted to take her…I am the kind of man who knows what he needs from a girl. Jennifer made my manly blood boil and secretly, discreetly I set out to womanize her.

As I said, women find me attractive. Not that I am amazingly handsome or anything, but I am masculine and muscular, tall and strong, a couple tattoos that, while somewhat out-of-the-ordinary around the office, seem to catch the eyes of the younger office staff. It happened that morning I came in early to catch up on overdue accounts. There she was. Leaning over the desk and wearing the hot summer dress that caused me so many nights lost sleep laying in manly abandon. As I approached her I could smell her lovely perfume. She was so young. Not overly tall but not short either, but womanly, oh so womanly, her lovely curves drove me crazy, and the incredibly sexy petite tattoo of ripe cherries that revealed itself on her upper breast just below her neck, seemed to say, “I’m juicy and succulent”. Her shoulder length dark-brown hair was never tied up…she knew…she knew she was beautiful.

I knew this was the time. We were alone together and there was no time to waste to put my manly plan into action. I approached her from behind. I was inches Kaş Escort from her gorgeous ass when she turned, startled and when she turned, she looked into my eyes and squeaked,

“damn, you scared me,” and she giggled playfully.

I made up some nonsense about looking for a missing account and we bantered. Her eyes never left mine and I locked on her lovely gaze. She was lovely, radiant, what I craved as a man. I looked deep into her eyes…I wanted her to know how I craved her…this goddess who just an hour before I had been jerking off over…stroking my huge manly hardon and dreaming of tasting her…swallowing her. The reader should know that there was nothing moral about my thoughts of her…In my deep, darkest manly desires I wanted the dirtiest action with her body. I could tell from her nervous prattle that she felt the carnal attraction as did I. She wanted me too. It was all the encouragement I required. I stared with deep male yearning into her girlish eyes and made her know…without words made her know that I would take her as my woman. She knew.

But she was young and without experience with older men. I knew that I could not leave such a moment to her devices and that was not my style anyway. I knew I had to be bold with her…she was my baby and nothing would stand between me and her amazing young body. I recognized her perfume. It had to be subtle yet bold, polite yet provocative…I complimented her,

“mmmmm dark seduction, so hot”,

Her eyes lit up that I had acknowledged her special scent. She seemed amused that I would know this, that I would focus on her so intensely and instantly I knew I had her. The code had worked. She edged closer to me nervously, only marginally but I picked up on it. It was as if she wanted me to smell her more; she knew I was hot for her. And I knew the desire was mutual. I came in closer, close enough even to smell her breath when she breathed. All at once I just couldn’t take it anymore…I Kaş Escort Bayan slid my hand around her waist and instantly she melted into my arms and put her lips on my mine and we kissed…we kissed deeply and wetly and then she whispered…

“not here”…I kissed her up her neck and whispered into her ear,

“I want you baby…I need to take you woman.”

I took her strongly by her hand and dragged her towards the maintenance closet nearby…where I would fulfill my manly deeds with her body…there I would womanize her body…soon I would be inside her wet cunt. My huge cock bulged in my pants for her.

Inside the closet she was mine; she surrendered to me like a good girl should…I bent her over to have my way with her…her ass was sexier than I had imagined…small, round and yet curvy and womanly, soft and so girlish…a perfect hourglass body…her sexy Victoria Secretesqe panties came down so easily, but then I was forceful with her…I needed her…my manly desires were on overdrive…somehow I fumbled my pants down and my cock out to service her…as my fingers entered her dripping wet vagina she gasped out and I clenched my hand over her mouth and prepared to bitchfuck her hard…as my huge throbbing prick entered her snatch the muffled squeal of her girlish ecstasy only made me throb harder…thrusting deep up inside her hot young womanhood I delivered every hard manly inch into her young girlish love. I had what I needed.

I wrenched her body against me as the thrusting pounded into her dripping pussy…literally dripping onto the floor of the closet where we were fucking uncontrollably. One hand on her breast and one over her mouth as I whispered in her ear,

“take my cock woman…mmm fuck yeah baby I’ve wanted you so badly honey, submit to my hard prick darling…its what we need babydoll.”

I could feel her lovely feminine body surrender to me and I let go and pounded her with all my throbbing Escort Kaş manhood…she whimpered…with every hard manly thrust she squealed…

“yeah baby feel the big head of my cock on your g spot, right there girl, soak me in your cum babe.”

I loosened my hand from her mouth and she whimpered,

“cum in me baby, give me your big load,” she begged.

“Do you want my cream babe? Nice big load fresh from my balls princess?”

My slutty dirty question did its naughty work and I felt her slutty girl gush…she cried out and I thought for sure we would be discovered…she swung her head back and delivered her hot sexy chick load all over my manly crotch ,mmmmm it felt amazing. It just made me drive her harder. With the hot slutty sound of the wetness of our fucking I pounded her cunt…I wanted to cream her so badly…she was so gorgeous my manly need was intense and complete…I felt the surge of my load building…

“oh baby I wanna unload in your cunt woman,” I begged her…

“do it baby,” she pleaded…with the smell of her incredibly sexy young snatch in the air I went ahead and had my dirty manly pleasure inside her…the most amazing manly orgasm…I needed to empty my balls in her…I didn’t care if I knocked her up…I needed her to receive my load…I bent her over and like a wild stallion I allowed myself to ejaculate…in a way I wanted it to go on forever but I needed to flood her with my manly sauce…I needed her to feel my silky warm manly load in her young womanly space and know that I had done her…that I had jizzed inside her. She felt every surging drop as my cocksauce drenched her pussy…

“fuck yeah baby…doesn’t that feel good woman…take it bitch,” she gasped and she writhed…’fuck yeah girl. “

I worked my prick up into her quivering cunt and made sure my sauce mixed with her cum. I was still plowing her hot young snatch as the warm jizz oozed down her pretty thighs and we both knew…we both knew we had truly fucked…she was my bitch now.

I gently pulled out of her womanly love. As she nervously pulled up her panties and her skimpy sexy dress I suddenly realized how young she looked. We both wondered what our working relationship would be like from here forth.

This is my contribution to the National Nude Day contest.

The way I see it, we need more Maeves in our society. Happy bareness!

Oh yes, for the record, sigh, everybody here is of legal age. Of course.

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Brazen.

That was the word, Maeve thought, right out of some ancient Greek story like The Odyssey — a ‘brazen’ sky. She smiled a little, thinking that her English teacher, Mrs Pensey, would be pleased by her remembering.

Her smile didn’t last too long, for this sky was beyond hot. It lay like a low, searing bronze lid over the town, the oven-like temperatures scarcely relieved by the odd feeble twitch of stale, dusty breeze. Air conditioners across the region wheezed in failing attempts to keep up. The demand had become so high that the electrical system was struggling and consumers had been warned of possible rolling service interruptions to avoid a complete collapse. Records weren’t being broken – not quite – but the last time it had been this hot for this long had been almost a century ago. People moved noticeably slower outside, speeding up as they neared buildings known to be cool inside. There were reports of families sleeping overnight in their cars to take advantage of vehicle air conditioners and the town council had activated an emergency cooling plan for the poor and elderly, with cots being set up in local gyms and arenas. Tempers were fraying and, after a couple of spectacular brawls in parks and bars, the police had announced an increased presence on the north-east end of town.

Maeve, wearing just panties, groaned in frustration as she tried again to adjust the sweep of the fan sitting on the floor in front of her. Irritatingly, the fan refused to be set to aim in just one direction; it insisted on swinging back and forth, leaving her swaying from side to side in a futile effort to stay in the cooler air stream. It wasn’t that much of a fan in any case; her parents had passed it to her when they got a larger one. Air conditioning was not on the cards in this household.

Maeve lifted her heavy breasts to cool the sweat-soaked crease beneath them. The fan responded by dying altogether, its blades gradually slowing to an infuriating halt. She reached for the switch, played with it, moaning in frustration when it refused to so much as groan in apology.

Angrily, she stomped down the hall to her parents’ bedroom. Her mother was at work and her father out of town for the week on a freight run to Florida — they could share for an hour.

As she entered the curtained bedroom, she flicked at the light switch. The lights stayed off. She fiddled with the switch a couple of times before realizing that the power must be out. She swore a most unladylike oath, then doubled down when her phone down the hall started ringing.

“Maeve?” It was her BFF Tanya, known to close friends as The Pix. “Have you got power?”

“No such luck. It just went out.”

“Damn it, girl, what are we going to do? I’m dying over here.”

“Cold showers?”

“Not funny.”

“The mall?”

“I can see it from my place. Power’s out there, too. People are leaving and they’re not letting anyone back in. How about the Memorial Pool?”

“It’d be crowded.” Maeve said, then paused. “But, wait. They still have those spray coolers, right?”

“Did last week. And it’s an adults-only timeslot. No freaky kids screaming.”

“OK, then.”

“You should wear that new bikini you bought,” The Pix giggled. “The yellow spotted one.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Maeve hadn’t adjusted to the thought of being seen in public wearing the abbreviated outfit. “Anyway, I didn’t buy it — you bought it for me on a dare.”

“Which,” The Pix snickered, “you didn’t refuse at the time.”

“You never asked.”

“OK,” The Pix said — and Maeve could hear the grin over the phone — “I’m asking – daring – you now!”

She had Maeve hooked — and both girls knew it.

“So, um, what would you be wearing?” she dodged.

“Something appropriate…” Tanya dodged back.

“Well,” OK,” Maeve said. “I’m too hot to argue. Pick me up in 15? Mom’s taken the car to work.”

“Can’t. My brother took ours up to the hills to go camping.”

“That means walking like 12 blocks in this heat, Pix.”

“It’s that or melt, Maeve. I’ll see you there at 2, sharp.” Not giving Maeve time to reply, the girl hung up.

Maeve took the bikini out of her drawer, still in the store bag. As she looked at the scraps of bright fabric in her hands, she felt a stirring inside her, a sense of excitement, like a child stealing peaches from a neighbor’s orchard.

She peeled off her damp panties, letting them fall to the floor. Tying the side ties of the g-string bottom, she slid it up her legs and over her bottom. The triangle, while covering her sex completely, was no bigger than her palm.

The ties, of course, covered nothing.

At least there isn’t a camel-toe, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror.

She tried İbradi Escort the top on next. The small triangles of cloth just barely covered her and her nipples were obvious despite the thin padding. She put her hands under her breasts and hefted them, adjusting the fit. Turning back and forth in front of her mirror, she frowned and slipped out of the garment to readjust a tie. Putting it back on, she turned back and forth, smiled wickedly in spite of herself. Damn, but that looks hot!

Maeve considered a fashionable pair of sandals but reconsidered when she realized how thin the soles were and opted for a pair of sneakers. She slipped a thin, knee-length sundress over the bikini and found a broad straw hat. Even so, by the time she reached the pool, her feet were burning and she had perspired enough that she looked as if she had been dipped in baby oil. Her small bag, containing little more than sun-screen, a towel and a bottle of water, seemed to weigh a ton in the heat.

Finally, she reached the shady entranceway and pushed a bill through the till at the cashier before moving through into the pool area. On her way, she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders, feeling the hot sun on her back and legs.

Only then did her problems really start. From inside the office came a thin, annoyed voice.

“You can’t wear that here! Put something on that’s respectable.”

Emerging from his burrow was McGregor, the pool supervisor, a gaunt, grey, sour man. Rumour had it that he’d once smiled at his mother, but few believed it. His normally choleric disposition had not been improved by the heat. As Maeve watched, a drop of sweat trickled off his forehead and oozed down through his eyebrow. The girl watched its progress as it entered his right eye. McGregor winced and rubbed it with a forefinger.

“You heard me,” he said.

“What?” Maeve said, looking down at herself. “Why not? Everything’s covered, isn’t it?”

“Look, missy, I run the pool for the town. One of my jobs is to keep things orderly here. And I’m saying that swimsuit isn’t acceptable dress.”

“So, you won’t let me in wearing this? You won’t let me go swimming? In this heat?”

“No way.” The old man shook his head.

“But I walked 12 blocks to get here!” the girl wailed.

“Should’ve considered the dress code first.”

“What dress code? The sign just talks about showering and spitting.”

“Common sense, young lady.”

“Please?”

“No. Not with that suit on.”

The frustration boiled out of Maeve. “Fine, then. You won’t let me in with it, then I’ll go without it!”

The girl could hear The Pix giggle behind her, but was angry enough to carry through with her threat. Given the nature of the suit, it took only a couple of seconds to pull the ties and step clear of the falling cloth.

McGregor’s eyes bulged in astonishment.

Maeve had never considered herself centrefold material, but what she had, she now bared with flaming, righteous indignation. Covered in perspiration and flushed with anger, she blazed like a Celtic warrior princess before battle. She stomped her foot in anger, sending her breasts bobbing in the hot sun.

“Come on!” she shouted. “Throw me out now!” She snatched up her suit from the ground and made as if to step around the befuddled pool manager.

McGregor started to reach for her, then paused. Maeve could almost read his mind — Wrestling a naked 18-year-old girl in public. Not a good image… He jerked back his hand as if it had been burned.

“I’ll have you thrown out!”

“By who?”

McGregor paused for a second. “The lifeguards,” he said.

“Walter?” She chuckled and swiveled her head around to look at the sunburned boy melting on the high chair under the broiling sun. “I don’t think so.” She waved at him. The boy’s flushed skin wasn’t entirely due to the sun. He pretended to be watching swimmers already in the pool, but she could see his eyes bulging out as they were drawn to her form.

Walter was one of the most common topics of discussion among half of Maeve’s schoolmates. It was the solid consensus among the female students that Walter was just about the best-looking boy in town. Tall, graceful, with a baritone voice and eyes as blue as his hair was black, he could have had a date with any girl there by merely raising an eyebrow. Some of her peers, Maeve knew, had taken up swimming just to be able to ogle the young man’s sculpted form on his lifeguard chair.

Sadly for Walter – and his distaff classmates – he was painfully, devastatingly shy with women, to the point some girls had questioned his orientation. Maeve was in the larger, more hopeful camp, the ones who felt he was merely socially awkward and could be ‘helped’. In any case, she was pretty sure she was safe from being evicted by the shy young man.

The other lifeguard was Tiffany, even smaller than The Pix; Maeve wasn’t much worried about her, either.

“I’ll call the police!” McGregor threatened.

“Go İbradi Escort Bayan for it,” Maeve snorted. “I think they’ve got better things to do.”

Mr. McGregor looked around for support. Instead, he saw another couple shedding swimsuits. The woman sat down with her feet in the water and watched Maeve; the man dived into the water before surfacing and, treading water, watching the drama unfolding. Both were smiling broadly. The woman’s breasts showed no tan lines — could it be they did this all the time?

As Maeve watched, water from the cooling spray collected on another man’s chest and slowly trickled down to his groin. The girl watched it for a second, awaiting its inevitable fall from…

Maeve had a sudden inspiration, something she’d read web-surfing only the day before. She shook her head to shake the image of the man across from her and broke into a brilliant smile.

“After all, Mr. McGregor,” she beamed. “It’s National Nude Day. Progress never stops.”

“What?” the man almost screamed. “National what Day? There’s no such thing!”

“Certainly there is,” Maeve grinned. “You can google it, Mr McGregor. It’s a national celebration.” To emphasize her point, she arched her back, thrusting her bare breasts up and forward at the dazed caretaker.

Behind her, she could hear the sounds of other people starting to laugh and from somewhere came a supporting whistle. McGregor had never been well-liked and it was too hot for rulebooks. More people started taking off their clothes.

“Come on, Pix,” she snorted.

The Pix had already doffed her bikini. Pushing between the others, she handed it to McGregor in passing. The old man looked at the handful of colorful fabric in disbelief then dropped it as if it were toxic. He spun around and almost sprinted away. The sound of his office door slamming echoed across the pool. A moment later, he exited and headed for the parking lot. His car left seconds later, spraying gravel as it went.

Maeve dropped her suit and bag on a chair, stepped up onto the low board and dove into the pool with a clean forward pike. She was surprised at the delicious feel of cool water on areas which had never felt bare swimming before. I was made for this! she realized with delight.

She was still more surprised when her head surfaced. Every person in the crowded pool was applauding her.

Except Walter.

With nudity breaking out all around him, Walter wasn’t quite sure where to look. His eyes locked on The Pix, all five feet of her, topped with short red hair, and with, as the saying goes, a rug matching the drapes. The Pix caught him looking at her and pointedly blew him a kiss. Walter blushed and his eyes darted away, almost in panic. But he couldn’t look away from the increasingly-unclad bodies in the pool, for watching was his job.

The boy’s growing panic was almost palpable.

Pretend we’re on the Net, Walter, Maeve snickered to herself. I’m sure you’ve looked at boobies on your phone!

Then she had a better idea.

Waiting until Tiffany was occupied, she slipped under the water in front of Walter’s chair, then emerged with a loud spash.

“Cramp!” she yelled, before allowing herself to sink back under the water.

Walter’s training kicked in and he was off his perch in a clean dive. Two stokes had him up to Maeve. He got too close; the girl grabbed him. There was a brief wrestling match, which Walter of course won, but in the process, Maeve had his swim trunks down around his ankles.

In desperation, Walter kicked them off without thinking and, breaking loose from Maeve’s grasp, towed her efficiently to the side.

“Don’t panic!” he called. “You’re safe! I’ve got you!” Right out of the book.

Maeve smiled to herself despite the discomfort of being towed. Who’s got who? she thought. OK, whom?

Walter reached around and pulled her to the edge, putting both hands on the concrete rim. It was only then that he realized he was missing something. He looked frantically around for a way out. Maeve cut him off by taking both hands off the edge, grabbing Walter’s head and turning him in towards hers. Leaning forward, she began a long, sensuous kiss, tongue sweeping inside his lips.

In his panic, Walter let go to push her away, only to cause both of them to slide under the surface of the water. He reached back with one hand, using the other in a vain attempt to free his face. Maeve was relentless and, almost without realizing it, his lips opened and Walter had his very first kiss.

Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and licked back and forth. Unsurprisingly, even in the cold water, Maeve felt him react under the surface. She pulled back, grinning at him as their heads broke into the air.

“Thank you for saving me, Walter,” she smiled, as beguilingly as she could. “I might have drowned.”

Walter’s free hand left her face and wrapped around her waist to hold her. “It’s OK,” he said huskily. “I think you would’ve Escort İbradi made it.”

“But I still have a cramp, Walter,” she breathed, her nose only six inches from his. She deliberately opened her eyes as wide as possible.

“The book says to massage the cramp,” he said. Again, he paused. He was uncomfortably (OK, delightedly but still uncomfortably) aware of Maeve’s substantial bosom pressing against his chest and knew, beyond the ghost of a doubt, that his rubbing her bare leg out on the pool deck would have him hard as a rock.

Without his trunks.

In public.

“It’s so hot by the pool,” she said, batting her eyes, “Isn’t there a room out of the sun or something?”

It was about as transparent as, Come up to my room and see my etchings, but Walter wasn’t thinking as well as he might.

They climbed out and Maeve managed to fake a creditable limp. Scooping her up in his arms, Walter headed for the small first aid room between the change rooms. He got a round of applause for his rescue from the (now mostly bare) spectators. Most were so busy applauding that they overlooked his half-hard member. Maeve merely leaned her head on his shoulder.

It was an odd feeling, she thought, his strong arms carrying her. She hadn’t been carried like that since she was a little girl. It felt comforting and exciting at the same time.

The Pix gave her a wink and a quick thumbs-up as they passed.

Passing Tiffany, Walter called to her to cover for a couple of minutes and kicked the door open, carrying the bare girl inside. Maeve had never been in the room before but was unsurprised to see it was fairly bare except for a glass-fronted cabinet full of bandages and a cloth-covered exam table. A spine board and stretcher hung off hooks mounted on the wall. A telephone was mounted on the wall next to a list of emergency numbers. It was pleasantly cool and dim, with the only light coming from a row of windows high up on one wall.

“OK,” he said, standing her back up and trying to sound professional, “Lie down on the table, please.”

Having the boy thoroughly off-balance by now, Maeve decided to press her advantage. Holding his forearm with one hand, she hopped on one foot towards the table. His eyes popped as he watched her hefty breasts sway and bounce.

“Help me, Walter!” she cried, leaning towards him. Flustered and hardly thinking, his strong hands grabbed her — as she had planned — by her bum. There was a split-second pause before he shifted his grip to her waist. Gingerly, he helped her get up on the table.

She rolled over on her stomach. “It’s my right calf,” she said.

Walter paused. “I thought it was your left,” he said, puzzled.

Oops!

“No, it’s my right,” she whispered. “Please! It really hurts.”

Gallantly, the boy began to stroke her right calf. Maeve smiled to herself, her face hidden. She wiggled her bum, just a little, and could feel his stare. His hands stopped, then restarted, more slowly now. She eased her legs apart, giving her victim a much better view of her lady bits. His hands stopped altogether.

A slight poke on her flank told her everything she needed to know. Guided by that, her hand reached out and grasped something every bit as impressive as she had been hoping.

“Hey!” he blurted. He tried to back away, but risked leaving behind important parts in her firm grip.

Maintaining her grasp on him, Maeve rolled over and sat up, smiling sweetly.

“Walter,” she murmured, “I’ll let go the instant you tell me a second time. But you and I both know that you don’t want me to.”

Her free hand reached out, took one of his and brought it slowly, gently towards her breast. While he didn’t exactly cooperate, he didn’t resist either. She stopped just short, relaxed her grip on his wrist.

“You’re strong and sweet and really good-looking, Walter,” she whispered. “Isn’t it about time you let yourself try?”

His eyes flipped to lock with hers. She released his manhood, cupped her breasts and lifted them towards him as an offering.

“Go ahead, Walter,” she said, almost inaudibly. “They’re made for boys as well as babies, you know.”

She reached up, took his head and slowly pulled it down to hers before whispering into the boy’s ear, “I want you, Walter. Kiss me. Please.”

She felt his hands close on her breasts, carefully squeezing and lifting them. Deep within her, a fire began to glow.

His lips touched hers, tentatively at first. She ran her tongue across them. After a moment, his mouth opened and the tip of his own tongue swept lightly across hers.

Still holding his head, she pulled their mouths apart. “That feels very good, hon. Don’t stop, please.” She pulled him back in for a longer, stronger kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other. She felt his hardness twitch against her leg as his hands explored her boobs.

He’s so sweet! she thought to herself. So cute.

She reached down, grasped his length, began to stroke it. The angle was wrong, but he was breathing heavier with each movement.

She ran her other hand up behind his balls, stroked the back of his sack with one finger. His hands on her breasts tightened, relaxed, continued to move. He thumbed her now painfully hard nipples and Maeve felt herself becoming wet.

A Sweet Young Girl, a battle-hardened Space Marine, a meeting in a Club, and you all know the Story…

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© 2020 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story, although she’s really not sure she wants to admit to that. The following is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional. So far. Any resemblance to actual human persons or heptapod persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This work is and remains the property of the author. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author. If you see this story on any website other than Literotica, it’s been stolen by someone whose social credit rating will tank, and the security robots will be coming for them. So don’t. Just, don’t.

And that little note from Chloe at the start: This story’s written for the Literotica 2020 Geek Day story event, and it’s dedicated to the memory of David Robert Jones (8 January 1947 — 10 January 2016), one of the greatest musicians of all time. Thanks for all the songs, David, as well as the inspiration for this story, and, well, inspiration comes from the strangest origins, and in this case it was listening to Ziggy Stardust, and my mind started wandering, as one’s mind does when one is wondering what to write for a Geek Day story event, and, well, here you are. First-time romance with tentacles, and a handsome Marine. I figure that’s Geeky enough. LOL.

So this story is a short (for me) little first-time romance. Only 42k words, around 12 Literotica pages. Is it a stroke story? Not really, which means, um, probably not, but it’s got tentacles and sex, so what can one say? It is a story… A young, scarred, and rather naïve but very beautiful Chinese girl, who is of course a virgin, although not that innocent, a battle-hardened space marine on an alien planet enjoying a little downtime, a chance meeting in a club, and love flourishes, as love often flourishes following the strangest of chance meetings….. so of course it’s a first-time romance, and no one dies horribly (in the story, anyhow, so you’re okay, Simon, you can breathe easy on this one).

And next, music. There’s two or three songs I use in here, and Ziggy Stardust is pretty obvious, but that’s only the lyrics to set a little context for my thoughts right here at the start. The first within the story is the Motorhead cover of Heroes, the best cover (IMHO of course) of a classic Bowie song and in my mind, that’s Ziggy’s song, and the second is Casablanca, another old song, originally sung by Bertie Higgins way back in 1982, well before I was a twinkle in my Dad’s eyes, and covered beautifully by Ennah, and her version is what I’ve been playing as I wrote this and put myself inside Stardust’s head. I actually only came across “Casablanca” while I was writing this story, but it seemed to fit Stardust so beautifully that I had to use it, and to listen to Ennah’s cover. It’s a truly beautiful interpretation and worth going and listening on youtube. And lastly, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story,” which I don’t think needs too much explanation. It just fitted right in, and it’s a song I love.

Story Influences? Well, a lot of Robert Heinlein, for sure. “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress,” and “The Star Beast” are two, and if you’ve read Heinlein, you’ll see bits and pieces here and there, and it was mostly ideas I took away from The Great One. David Drake, maybe a little of the mindset and downbeat atmosphere from one or two of the stories in Hammers Slammers series, and for sure the Spiders are from David Weber and Steve White’s Starfire series (“In Death Ground” and “The Shiva Option”), but in this story, the Spiders are only part of the backdrop to the story. So shoot me, I like Science Fiction, guys. Actually, I love reading Science Fiction, and I wish I could write it better, but hey, practice… and anyhow, this is really far more of a “First-Time” Romance, just, set a little in the future, so, here it is, in “First-Time”, right, Laurel? …uh…Laurel?

LOL

And speaking now of practice, read on and enjoy, and I hope you like the music, and that you find my little story as entertaining to read as I did to write… Hugs to you all, and stay safe…Chloe

“Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,

And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand

But made it too far

Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan, he could lick ’em by smiling

He could leave ’em to hang

‘Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan…..”

“Ziggy Stardust”, by David Bowie

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“Comrade Citizen Stardust Wong, please step to one side and await a security escort. Comrade Citizen Stardust Wong, please step to one side and await a security escort.” The security robot at Gazipaşa Escort the pedestrian float-off spun towards me so fast I jumped six inches, which turned into two feet, because, well, Luna gravity. One sixth dirtside.

“What?” I said, floating down slowly, looking around, and at least I didn’t land on my face like a total new chum, because we’d been on Luna a while now and I could handle myself in low G. “Me?”

“Comrade Citizen Stardust Wong, please step to one side and await a security escort,” the security robot repeated, lights strobing, and yeah, it was real obvious it was me now, and I was having one of those “oh shit, what’ve they caught me out on” moments. Not a “what’d I do” moment, coz there were a few of those that I hadn’t been caught out on.

Yet.

I figured one of them had caught up on me, and crap. Dad had the in with the Security Directorate here. He’d done a few favors for Security lately, so he had some guangxi there, and he’d get me off whatever it was they wanted me on, but he’d be upset with me, and I was gonna pay.

Grounded. I was gonna be so grounded, and how could I explain that to Ziggy? He was shipping out in a few weeks, and I wanted all the time with him that I could get before that happened, because when he left, that was just going to tear me up, because who knew if he’d come back? I wasn’t over-doing the drama on that one, either. Ziggy was a Space Marine, an elite Space Marine, a Spider-Killer, and I knew what he did, and the risks he took, and what his life expectancy was, and crap, if I was grounded now, that was just gonna kill me.

Already I was getting a wide berth. Other pedestrians who were leaving the high speed commuter belt down the center of the tunnel were skirting me like I was an undesirable element low on the social credit table, and, I mean, I was even in my school uniform, so it wasn’t like I looked like was running with the JoeBoys or anything. Which I used to, sometimes, for kicks, but not now, coz Ziggy was as straight as they came, and he didn’t approve of stuff like that. Although he didn’t mind a good bar-fight now and then, but then, he was a Space Marine.

Everyone knows there’s nothing a Space Marine likes more than a good fight.

Well, and a girl, which I guess was where I come in.

My uniform? School?

Harrow International Girls School of New Beijing, and I’m not going to tell you what it costs my parents to send me there. I’d be embarrassed. So would they, because you’re not supposed to be able to afford stuff like that on a Party Secretary’s salary, although my Dad is the New Beijing Party Secretary, and let’s just say, Dad used his position to “help” people that needed help, and they did him favors in return, and my Mom makes a bundle.

Guangxi. Favors.

It’s the oil that makes everything flow real fast in the Chinese Hegemony, and I knew a bit about guangxi myself, although in my case, it’d sort of backfired, although things had moved real fast, because I hadn’t understood those little nuances around a girl doing favors for a guy who was married, and his wife had been a bit jacked with me. But that was sort of drifting away from where I was, which was eye to eye with a security robot that wanted me stationary. Which I was.

I didn’t try and skip out, even though I was sure there was a mistake, although I wasn’t sure what the mistake was. I mean, if it’d been anything serious, the security robot would’ve zapped me on the spot, slung me in the cradle and carried me in, and I’d seen that happen. But I guess, if the robot knew I was Stardust Wong, they knew who my Dad was too, and my Dad’d be pretty jacked if Security zapped me.

But regardless, it’d zap me if I tried to run. They were programmed to do that, I knew. Everyone knew. So I wasn’t going to try and skip. I’d seen someone try that once. New Beijing security robots were programmed on the side of overkill. Quite literally, and if you ran, well, sometimes very literally depending on what it was you were being picked up for. Otherwise they just zapped you with what felt like about five hundred million volts or something like that, that totally fried your nervous system, for, like, quite a while.

How did I know that?

Well, that someone was me, so let’s just say, experience.

I’d been brought back to my parents’ tunnel by the security robots a couple of times in the last couple of years. Mom and Dad hadn’t been too happy with me, but really, that first time, it’d been not to long after we arrived in New Beijing, after things had quietened down from that mistake I’d made dirtside, and the heat was off me, and I’d only been making out in a dead-end service alley behind the restaurants up on Level Three, with this cute Second American Republic tourist guy who’d come up with his parents for a two week vacation, and wanted to get some closer experience with the yellow peril.

He’d taken me out to dinner, and then to a movie, Gazipaşa Escort Bayan and I’d sort of thought he deserved a kiss or two, because that dinner had been pretty expensive, and I’d never kissed a gweilo before, let alone a racist fascist oppressor of the working classes, one of the capitalist running dogs of the Second American Republic, which seemed pretty exciting at the time because it was my first date ever with a real love fascist, because you didn’t see them too often back dirtside in New Shanghai, and okay, he’d undone my bra and he was heading for second base, and I wasn’t trying to stop him, although he wasn’t getting to third base and he sure wasn’t getting close to a home run, and I wasn’t going back to his hotel room with him like he’d asked me to, coz Public Security was pretty nasty about, you know, a girl being alone in a hotel room with a guy, if she wasn’t married or at least engaged to him, and miscegenation with a white fascist capitalist running dog on top of that. That’d get a girl sent off for Moral Reeducation and let me just mention that would not be a good thing.

So nope. Not happening.

But like I said, it was pretty exciting.

Which was when the security robot floated around the corner and cornered us. That tourist guy, he got a warning, which was all tourists usually got. Me, I tried to run, because I’d heard about what Security did to girls who were compromised with fascists, and I’d had my own encounter with Public Security back dirtside, which we will get to, don’t worry. Well, running, that was a mistake, because instead of a warning, which was all I would have gotten if I’d just not panicked and run, because I was a bit terrified of Public Security back then, let me tell you, I got zapped, and then carried home by the security robot with a warning and an infraction notice sealed around my ankle that totally tanked my social credit score for six months, until Mom got annoyed and hacked the system and got me back to normal.

The second time?

Not too long ago, and let’s just say this guy I met talked me in to going to a bar for a drink with him and okay, it was a bit silly of me to say yes, because I was old enough for what he had in mind, except that the Hegemony wasn’t big on per-marital sex, like, maybe if you were engaged it was okay, and I was that old, but I wasn’t old enough to go into a bar, not legally, and I was wearing my High School girls militia uniform, the Rose Klang militia one, with the pink short skirt and knee high white boots and cute little white beret that we wore for parades, because we were training for a parade in honor of the new Chairman’s inauguration.

My Dad had taken a shuttle down to actual real Beijing for it, and yeah, my Dad was that important again now, and with the old Chairman already cremated, his pug-nosed dog of daughter didn’t have half as much power as she did when she got poor old Zowie sent off out-system, and actually, the news said she was being investigated for corruption, and if the news said that, you knew it was a done deal and she was taking a fall, so I wasn’t kind of stressed about her anymore, so I wasn’t being quite as low-key as I would’ve been, coz I figured Dad was on the up and up again, and Security wouldn’t dare arrest me for, like, something real minor. Not now.

Between being under the age limit for single girls in bars, which was, like, twenty or something ridiculous, and the facial recognition scans, security were at that bar before I drank more than half of that first drink, and that time they were real security, not robots, because that time they already knew who I was from the monitoring systems I guess, and you don’t send security robots to arrest the New Beijing Party Secretary’s daughter. Not when he’s on the up and up again, coz Dad and the new Chairman were old buddies in the Party, they’d done each other more than a few favors back in the day, apparently, and it’d be a bad idea to jack off my Dad now, unless you wanted a posting to the mines on the Dark Side of the Moon.

Or maybe Titan if Dad was in a really bad mood.

Which he would be, if I was arrested.

“Comrade Militia-Lieutenant Wong, we are here to escort you home.” The patrolman stood at attention, not quite looking at my boobs, but I could tell he wanted to, and he was looking real nervous, because I guess he knew who my Dad was, all while his partner scanned the identification of the cute guy that’d picked me up, issuing him with an infraction, and it must’ve been bad because I heard his breath hiss, and he looked a bit sick. Oh well. Silly me. Maybe we should have gone for a milkshake, but he hadn’t asked me how old I was, and it was too late now.

“Thank you, Patrolman Chang,” I said, reading his nametag and giving in to the inevitable while I buttoned up my shirt, because it was undone down to, like, my navel, because I might have been a Militia-Lieutenant, but it was in the Schoolgirl’s Militia, Escort Gazipaşa and we were a parade formation meant to look good, which I did of course, which is why I was a Lieutenant, because they wanted the best looking girls right up front on the parades, and our laser rifles were imitation ones, not even real.

A bit like me being a Lieutenant in the Security Directorate. I’d really thought I was, but that hadn’t been real either, and after that all came out, we were sent to… I mean, we moved up from dirtside to New Beijing. And yeah, that still hurt, that I’d been taken advantage of like that, because I’d really trusted old Zowie, and it hadn’t been exactly fair that he’d fooled me like that, because I’d really tried my best to earn that exemption.

“Stardust!” My Mom said, when she opened the hatch to our home tunnel. “What have you done?” She didn’t say “this time”, but she could see the two patrolman behind me, and they’d been very polite, and I was kind of really relieved they hadn’t given me another infraction notice.

“Patrolman Chang and Patrolman Lee escorted me safely home after I was accosted by a pervert on my way home,” I said, before either of them could say a word, turning to smile my thanks. “Could you ask Dad to message their commanding officer and thank them for their diligence and attention to ensuring the safety of his daughter when she was placed in an alarmingly unsafe situation.”

Of course they already knew who my father was. If they hadn’t, I’d have been in a Public Security cell, waiting for my Mom to come sign me out, and my social credit rating would’ve already been down the tubes. I’d rather they’d just ignored the alert that must’ve been sent, because that guy was cute, and I had intended, to, you know, have a little fun when he walked me home. Oh well.

“I certainly will, Stardust,” my Mom said, smiling brightly. “Patrolman Chang, Patrolman Lee, please expect a note of commendation from Party Secretary Wong to be attached to your personnel records. Your diligence to duty and your attention to ensuring the safety of our daughter is to be greatly commended. You have only to ask if you need any assistance with such things as myself or New Beijing Party Secretary Wong can help with.” Guangxi. Favors. It’s the oil that makes things flow.

As soon as they were gone, and the hatch had closed behind me, the Dragon Lady turned and positively hissed at me. “Stardust Wong! What did you do!”

“Me?” I said, totally innocently. “Nothing.”

Wrong answer, and I knew that right away, and I kind of kicked myself for not making something up, or just telling her, but sort of making it low key, because my Mom already had her pers-com out, and her fingers flickered, and I was, like, oh shit! Because my Dad might have been the New Beijing Party Secretary, with guangxi out the eyeballs, but my Mom, she hadn’t just majored in Computer Science. She’d gotten her PhD in about half the time it normally takes anyone else, and she, like, writes the textbooks on designing starship control systems and lectures at conferences and stuff, and she was lead solutions architect for China Spaceship Industry Corporation. She designed computer systems for the Chinese Hegemony Space Navy, and I was having one of those real oh shit moments, because firewalls and security just melted when she wanted in.

“Star! Dust! Wong!”

Oh crap, she had the security monitoring system footage. I knew. Because she showed me before she deleted it from the system, and she gave me that kind of cold look while she showed me.

Hacking Public Security? Nobody should be able to do that, but yeah, my Mom could do that. She’d done it a few times to delete stuff on me. Without any access rights or userids or anything. She designed and wrote the software that designed and wrote the software that… and I knew she used to browse through the Second American Republic systems, and they were as protected as ours, because they were as paranoid about us as we were about them, and she looked through the Euro-Space systems every now and then, but she said they were all a bit behind, although they had some original ideas. She laughed when I told her that was hacking. To my Mom, it was like opening a book you downloaded from the library. You get the idea. She was really scary.

That footage?

Well, I looked hot, I’m telling you, and I did actually, like, admire myself for a second. Sitting on a bar stool, and I’d sort of rolled the waistband of my skirt so my little pink militia skirt was a little pink militia micro-mini-skirt, and you could get a glimpse of those matching pink panties, and I’d unbuttoned my uniform shirt so you could see my bra. Well, you would have if I hadn’t taken my bra off first, anyhow, and my shirt was unbuttoned to my navel, where it kind of met my skirt.

So what you got was a lot of boob, because my boobs were, well, generous. Let’s just say they were generous, and in low gravity, because this was Luna, they didn’t need any support at all, and leave it at that, and I liked it that guys looked. I always had, ever since they first started growing enough that guys looked, which was when I was in Junior High, back in New Shanghai. That no bra, shirt open to the navel; that was the fashionable look right now.

Chris watched the girl walking on the pavement. She had short blonde hair that revealed the back of her neck. She had no tits to speak of but a beautiful ass. Chris was stuck in a traffic jam with Bernice his secretary. They were on their way to a meeting and the car had barely moved in the last half hour.

“She’s cute,” said Chris.

“Who?” said Bernice.

“The girl in the long brown skirt, looks like a student.”

“Too skinny, no tits. I thought you liked real women.”

Bernice was what you might call a real woman, 34D breasts, big arse, sexy legs, long blond hair.

“I like all women, I have a problem.”

Chris did have a problem, for four months now he and Bernice had been having an affair behind his wife’s back. The sex was great but he couldn’t work, he couldn’t sleep and he still couldn’t take his mind off other girls. He took his hands off the steering wheel and closed his eyes. He tried to picture the girl on the pavement naked and sitting on top of him.

“We’re going to miss that meeting,” said Bernice.

“We’re going to miss that meeting and it’s going to take ages to get back to the office. It’s been a wasted morning.” agreed Chris.

“Think about all the better things we could have been doing.” Despite the strong attraction between them Chris knew this affair wasn’t serious. Bernice was using sex to work her way up the ladder. She’d admitted this already and he’d given her a pay rise for her honesty but it didn’t stop the guilt. He loved his wife but there was something missing. At first he thought he’d found it in Bernice who was certainly different to his slim, brunette wife. Bernice could make him come like a rocket, he loved to kiss and suck her tits. He loved to grab her sexy bottom as she wrapped her strong legs round his back. She could give him give a blow job like his wife never could. Often she would get down on her knees whilst he was on the phone and put his cock in her mouth. She would make him shoot into her mouth by jiggling his nuts around in her hand and touching him right underneath between his balls and arse. Afterwards he felt lost. The guilt would overcome him and he would send her from the room without a thank you. What was it that neither his wife nor his mistress could give him? Chris looked at the cute blonde who was beginning to disappear from his view. He was gazing at the back of her neck. Could that girl give him what he wanted?

“We’ve never had sex in your car before.”

Chris looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Its broad daylight, in the middle of London, in a traffic jam.”

“So that’s a no then?”

“Yes, that’s a no.”

“I’m just teasing you,” said Bernice re-doing her long brown hair into the tight bun at the back of her head. Bernice was always smart for work. She tied her hair back neatly, and wore expensive suits with skirts that stopped just above the knee. She had sensible shoes with just inch high heels and a thin ankle strap that drove Chris insane. She wore fitted tailored blouses that showed off the shape of her chest without being tight or slutty. Bernice was short sighted and had to wear horn rimmed glasses most of the day. Chris liked her to keep them on when they made love. There was always a surprise waiting underneath this professional exterior, skimpy thongs, suspenders, garter belts and sexy lace bras. In meetings Bernice would sit next to Chris with her legs crossed, shifting her skirt so she flashed Chris a glimpse of her stocking tops and the bare flesh of her thighs. Sometimes her hand would stray onto his lap to make sure his big cock was as hard as a rock.

“You have had sex in a car though?” she asked.

“Kirsty, used to be mad for it when we were first married,” said Chris. “She was always asking me to pull into a car park on the way home from a party.”

“Dressed in her party dress?”

Chris smiled, you’d think she wouldn’t want to talk about his wife but Bernice never knew where to draw the line. She didn’t know there was a line.

“Was she dressed in some short party dress with her best jewellery? High heels and make up?” Bernice continued. “Did you drive some where quiet or somewhere where you could be seen?”

“It takes a while for Kirsty to get adventurous. At first it would be industrial estates and stuff, but as she got used to it, her naughty side came out and she would ask me to stop in lay-bys on main roads.”

“Did you like that, screwing your wife in the back of your car? Were you thinking that some trucker might see her arse in his headlights? Did you think that some driver might fantasize about fucking your wife?”

Chris laughed. “I didn’t screw her in the back,” he paused and looked directly at Bernice. “She would put her seat right back as far as it could go. She would take of her panties and make me smell them. Then she would put her high heels up on the dashboard as far apart as they could go. Her dress would be up to her waist and I would climb on to her and fuck her. Her legs would be over my shoulders so I could get in good and deep, her heels clinking against the front windscreen. She would whimper like a little puppy. Sometimes I would come inside her but other times she Finike Escort liked me to take out my cock and shower my jizz over her best party dress. Afterward she would scoop some off her dress and suck it off her finger. Satisfied?”

Bernice was giggling, “Of course not.”

The car in front pulled away, and for a minute it seemed like the traffic was moving. Chris looked around to see if he could see the blonde girl again but she was gone. They pulled to a halt again.

“I lost my virginity in a car,” said Bernice playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Tell me about it, we’ve got time.”

“I come from a small town in Essex. I was eighteen and when you’re that age you feel so trapped in those places. The only way to gain freedom is to have a car as soon as you’re old enough. One summer afternoon, when I was sixteen, three of us were walking around town. It was hot and sticky, we were all wearing summer dresses and….”

“You were over eighteen, that’s quite old to be losing your virginity isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it took me a long time to lose my virginity. In my twenties I really made up for lost time, and got myself lots of cock.”

“What did you look like at eighteen?”

“Much like I do now, though my tits were perkier, big puffy white tits that stood up to greet you. I hadn’t got used to wearing bras though and on a hot day like that I wouldn’t have been. I knew even then how the guys liked to stare at my tits. A few cars had honked their horns at us, already that day. We were just so hot and bored. I remember my fanny getting so sweaty, my panties rubbing up against it. I guess now looking back on it we were as horny as hell, but then it felt like boredom.”

“Had you been kissed before?” asked Chris.

“I’d had a boyfriend for about three months at one point! We didn’t get very far though. Long fumbling kisses at the back of the cinema but that’s about it. I let him put his hand up my skirt once but it didn’t do much for me, I don’t think it did much for him either.”

Bernice’s hands were still at the edge of her skirt and looking itchy. Chris felt the beginning of a hard on.

“So anyway we were walking along the road when this Ford Cortina pulled up beside us. Inside were two older boys we knew vaguely. The boy in the passenger seat was Pete, a friend of my brothers. They asked us if we fancied a lift. My friend Sarah was very sensible and cried off immediately saying we must be stupid to even consider going off with them. Laura, my other friend, was much more experienced than me and had already been with a boy. In those days I did anything she said, so I followed her into the car. Laura sat next to Gav who was driving and Pete sat in the back with me. Pete seemed very nervous and it took him a while before he’d even look at me. Things were going fine in the front seat though, Laura was laughing at all of Gav’s jokes and keep placing her hand on his knee. We decided to go to South Weald, a massive park out in Essex. We took the car a little way down a track into the woods and then parked up. It didn’t take long before Laura and Gav were kissing. I wanted to learn so I watched them intently. Laura still had her hand on Gav’s knee, she was leaning forward and had her tongue in his mouth. They were moving their heads around clumsily and eating each other’s faces in the way that teenagers do. There were soft wet sounds as they kept finding new ways to get their tongues deeper into each other’s mouths. Gav put his hand on Lauras chest and started moving it around like he was washing a window. Laura touched Gav’s lap where I could see a bulge. I was amazed at how Laura seemed to know what she was doing she started to rub the bulge making it twitch and throb.”

“Were you turned on?” asked Chris.

“Not really, just incredibly curious.” The car still wasn’t going anywhere. Chris looked down and saw Bernice slowly hitching her skirt up to her stockings.

“Laura started to make little moaning noises as she explored Gav’s mouth. Then I felt a hand on me knee, Pete had woken up! His hand was shaking so much, the poor lamb. There was never much doubt as to what would happen so I turned around and started kissing him. It was obviously his first time because he didn’t even move his tongue. I started moving mine around, trying to give him the general idea and slowly he caught on. His hand moved ever so slightly up my thigh, but soon stopped. I heard a moan from the front seat. I wanted to carry on kissing but was desperate to see what they were doing, if only to find out what I should do next. Like Laura I moved my hand onto Pete’s lap and found a stiff penis underneath his trousers. It moved when I touched it. I was quite taken with it. I was tempted to just poke around his crotch, finding out what I could get this strange bulge to do. Pete started kissing me more roughly now, and grabbed the back of my neck. I pulled away quickly. ‘Hey! Stop that. Don’t be rough!’ Pete looked very shocked, he was only learning. He said he was sorry and I started kissing him again, rubbing the lump in his trousers.”

“Was this guy attractive?”

“It’s hard to say, it was unimportant to me at the time, Finike Escort Bayan I just wanted to learn a bit more you know? I remember being relieved that his breath smelt fresh.”

Bernice had now pulled her skirt up so that Chris could see the tops of her tan stockings and the black suspenders that held them in place. He looked at the soft white skin of her thighs and wanted to get down there and lick the insides of her legs.

“We were kissing nice and slow and I think we were both actually starting to enjoy it. I was starting to like the feel of his tongue moving around my mouth, he was trying different things, little flicks and stuff. Occasionally he would come out and kiss me on the nose, which I thought was very cute. I was getting into stroking his cock through his trousers too, feeling it react to my touch. I was hearing groans from the front seat but now it sounded like Laura was protesting a little. I was worried about my friend and was just about to turn around to find out what was going on when suddenly Laura shouted; ‘No! I said no!’ I turned away from Pete and saw her pulling down her dress as she got out of the car. ‘Come on Bernie, we’re leaving’ she shouted as she slammed the car door and stormed off into the woods. This left me in quite a predicament. I wanted to follow Laura but she run off so quickly I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to find where she’d got to, plus we were miles from home. At the same time I was wary of being left in a car in the woods with two horny teenage boys.”

“Naturally,” said Chris.

“I went to follow Laura but Pete grabbed my arm; ‘Don’t go, we were having a good time.’ Gav was cursing his luck; ‘Fucking stupid bitch, why’d she have to run off.’ We discussed whether we should go and look for her or if we should just go home, we decided to wait in the car thinking that eventually she would have to come back to us for a lift. Understandably it was a little uncomfortable in the car for a while but eventually me and Pete started kissing again. I put my hand on his lap and found he was still hard. He put his hand a bit further up my leg right by the hem of my dress.”

“Describe that dress to me,” said Chris.

“It was pretty; it was white with tiny red flowers all over it. It had short blousy sleeves and had red buttons down the front. It was loose fitting, not particularly sexy but it was quite short, stopping half way down my thighs. Pete started to move his hand up my thigh so his fingers were underneath my skirt. His other hand was stroking my neck. I was trying to figure out what Gav had done to upset Laura and when I should consider that Pete was going too far. It was hard though, Petes hand up my skirt was making my heart race and I really didn’t want him to stop. When he put his hand up further so he was touching the edge of my panties I didn’t say anything, but just froze for a moment. Pete was conscious of Gav in the front and whispered in my ear; ‘Can I touch you there?’ I said he could. He lightly touched the cotton in betweens my legs and now it was my turn to quiver and twitch at his touch. My heart started pounding each time he touched my pussy. I could feel my nipples start to tingle. I started to rub his cock a little more though his trousers as I kissed him some more. I moved round to his ear and flicked my tongue in there, which made him shudder. ‘You can put your hand inside if you like’ I said. He pulled down my panties a little and found me to be wet. He didn’t know what to do, but it was the first time I’d had a boy’s hand inside there so I didn’t know either. He started rubbing my vagina and it felt good.”

In the car Bernice had pulled her skirt up all the way so Chris could see her sheer see-through black panties. Chris could see her neatly trimmed bush up against the material. Bernice was rubbing herself, as was Chris.

“Did you shave yourself back then?” asked Chris.

“No of course not, I had a big hairy pussy like all girls of that age, and Pete was running his hands through my thick bush, making it wetter and wetter. ‘Its wet,’ said Pete. ‘Your doing that, your making me wet with your hands,’ I replied. Pete told me that I could touch his penis if I wanted, and I could barely contain myself. I undone his trouser button and pulled down his zipper. His penis was straining to get out of his boxer shorts. I pulled the flap to one side and his stiff cock sprung out. It was the first one I’d seen and now in retrospect I can see that it wasn’t so big, but back then it seemed enormous and I couldn’t believe that such a thing would fit inside me. I touched it hesitantly and was surprised to find it soft to the touch but at the same time hard and rigid underneath the tender exterior. I kept touching it and Pete made little sighs. I felt certain that Gav must have been watching us in his mirror but I tried to cast it from my mind.”

Bernice had her hand inside her panties and was stroking her warm wet slit. Chris decided to join her and undid his trousers and started massaging his cock.

“I took his penis in my hand and started moving my hand up and down. I didn’t know if I was doing it right but Pete certainly seemed to like it started Escort Finike to move his hips in time with my hand. He still had his hand on my pussy, but I knew where I wanted him to touch me. I put my free hand inside my panties with his and guided his fingers to my clit. ‘There, just touch it lightly,’ I said.”

“I bet you did, you dirty girl,” said Chris, “Did you know you were going to let him fuck you.”

“I knew it was the furthest I’d ever been with a boy and certainly the most fun I’d had. I was incredibly turned on and didn’t want him to stop. I was thinking about what it might be like to have a cock inside me, imagining what it would feel like. I couldn’t take my eyes off it; just standing there in my hands looking like it was going to burst. Pete started rubbing me around my clit, he was being too rough, but I didn’t complain, as it still felt good. Whilst making me wetter with one hand he started to undo my dress buttons with the other. He did it slowly still not sure when I would stop him but I let him undo all the buttons which went down to my stomach. He pull my dress aside and let my tits fall out. It felt good to have my boobs out in the summer heat, my puffy teenage breasts free to roam and my nipples rock hard. He grabbed my right tit roughly. ‘No!’ I said, ‘kiss them, kiss my nipples’. He took his hands away and started kissing and licking my nipples.”

Bernice was frigging her clit and playing with her nipples through her work blouse. “and you were still given him a wank?” asked Chris.

“Sure do you want me to show you?”

“Oh yes.”

“Like this,” said Bernice taking his penis in her hand and moving her hand up and down his shaft. “Just like that, do you suppose he liked it?”

“Seeing your virgin titties for the first time I don’t understand why he didn’t just come all over you.” Chris was close to shooting off himself, he was trying to regain control.

“Do you suppose he wanted to fuck me?”

“I know he did, he wanted his cock inside you, he wanted to come as soon as possible”, said Chris panting.

“That’s what he said. He said, ‘I don’t think I can last much more’. I took my hand away from his cock and said, ‘Do you want to?’ he just nodded.”

“Was that other guy still watching and listening from the front seat?”

“I guess so.”

“And did that make you even hornier?” asked Chris.

“It does now, thinking about it years later whilst I play with myself and beat off my boss. Two horny boys and one virgin girl with her tits out and her pussy all dripping, I suppose they both wanted to take me don’t you?”

“I think if you’d have let them they would have both fucked you, hard and quick, one after the other.”

“Pete pulled my panties down my legs and I helped him get them over my shoes. I pulled my dress up and swung my legs around so they were either side of Pete. I moved to get comfortable, my bare ass sticking to the hot vinyl seats. I rested my head against the rear passenger door. Pete was pulling off his trousers and pants, his stiff cock waving around. He got himself between my legs awkwardly. I pulled my dress down over my shoulders so that it was bunched around my waist then got my legs as far apart as they would go, one up on the back shelf and one on the headrest of Gav’s seat.”

“That guy must have been playing with himself.”

“Probably, but I didn’t care anymore, I was nervous but I was more than ready for my first fuck. My heart was pounding with nerves but I knew I wanted this guy to be the first to put his cock inside me. My pussy was aching to find out what a real cock would feel like. I said ‘Here let me help you’ and took his cock and guided his helmet to the lips of my pussy. He started to push his way in and I parted my lips for him with my fingers. He pushed a little more and then his helmet slipped into my cunt.”

“Was it tight down there baby?”

“Oh yes it was tight. I got myself as wet as a girl can be but I was still virgin tight. The walls of my cunt were tight around his little cock and I didn’t know how he was going to get in any further. He pushed a bit more forcefully and it started to hurt a little. He pulled out and pushed in a little further, my pussy juices starting to get everything moving.”

Bernice was still tugging at her clit, whilst playing with Chris’s throbbing cock.

“With a big grunt Pete pushed himself all the way up my tight cunt and took my virginity. I let out a little scream and he grabbed one of my tits. He started rocking back and forth now, my wetness allowing him to move more easily. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of being fucked for the very first time. Each time he reached the end of one of his thrusts I felt it right thought my body, especially at my sensitive nipples. ‘Pinch my tit’ I said and he did, pinching and rubbing my tit, whilst moving his cute cock up and down inside me. I heard some movement from the front seat, I guess it must have been Gav playing with himself but I tired to shut it out and concentrate on this increasingly hard fuck I was being given. Suddenly Pete let out a cry ‘Gav, What do you think you’re doing?’ I opened my eyes to see Gav in between the seats, facing us, with his huge erect cock in his hands. Until recently I’d never seen a cock, now I’d seen two! ‘Don’t stop man!’ said Gav beating himself off, his cock only a foot or so away from me. ‘Carry on, I’m just watching, let me watch.’ Gav’s cock was much bigger than Petes.. and……”

Leo stretched his arms, eyes still closed. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around his upper body. His eyes opened in shock and he noted that he was sleeping on the couch – beside Viola, who was wearing nothing but a threadbare nightgown and had her arm around him. He couldn’t tell if it were dawn yet, for it was snowing heavily outside.

“What’s going on here?” Leo murmured, staring at Viola’s gorgeous face. It was then that he noticed he was clutching her hip, and he pulled his hand back hastily, as if he’d burned it on a hot surface.

Viola shivered slightly and opened her eyes. “Leo…” she whispered softly.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Viola,” Leo began to get up but Viola only closed her eyes and hugged him closer.

“It’s so cold. Has the fire gone?” she asked drowsily.

Leo glanced at the roaring fire. “No… no. It’s still there. But it’s snowing.”

“Ah…” she acknowledged. Her hand drifted downward so that she was clasping his bottom. She must’ve not realized it though.

Leo groaned and tried to remove her hand. “Viola…”

“Hmm?” She tucked her head onto his shoulder. It was then that Leo remembered why she was sleeping next to him on the couch. He’d been drunk and had taken a taxi from downtown to her little cottage in the hills, because he’d promised to check up on her that night. She didn’t like being alone in the cottage when it snowed.

The two had been best friends ever since they met in high school. She thought he wanted to date her friend, and he fell for her right away. Nothing ever happened between them, but they were close friends – helping each other with relationship problems, work problems, family problems, or whatever. Sometimes people wondered why the two of them never dated, but Leo couldn’t answer because he wondered too. He’d run a hand through his curling golden hair and shrug. Viola, on the other hand, only tossed her dark hair and smiled.

Now, both of them were in college and had to make time to see one another. It was hard but so worth it. No matter what, they called each other every night to recap the day’s events. Sometimes, Leo would close his light blue eyes and imagine Viola’s face when they were on the phone together. He’d imagine her plump lips, perfectly curved and naturally pink. He’d see her long hair and twinkling dark blue Gündoğmuş Escort eyes. And then he’d feel a stirring in his pants. He’d always wanted her but never had her. Sometimes, he wondered if she’d ever hand anyone, but deep down, he knew (or hoped) that she hadn’t.

So when he promised to stay the night with her at her cottage, he lectured himself severely. Don’t try anything with her, keep it in your pants – that sort of thing. His drunken self had paid the taxi and stumbled up the walkway to the cottage’s front door. His friends had persuaded him to go to a bar, and now he wished he hadn’t gone. Leo’s head swam with incoherent thoughts. He gave a loud laugh and then stumbled, falling onto the snowy ground.

Everything else was a blur. Apparently he’d been loud enough to wake Viola up, who had fallen asleep waiting for him. She’d somehow dragged him into the house – he hoped he hadn’t tried anything – and gotten him onto the couch. The one thing he remembered clearly was the fact that he’d pulled her onto the couch with him and kissed her neck, before passing out.

Now, Leo groaned again as Viola’s thigh rubbed against him. Did she know what she was doing to him?

“So cold,” she whispered, still rubbing her thigh against his. Her nightdress was pushed up slightly, and he noticed her pale, bare thigh. “Hold me,” she murmured.

Leo couldn’t stop his arms from wrapping around her. When he accidentally passed a hand over her thigh, they both gasped. Viola’s eyes opened then, and Leo stared into the dark blue depths.

“Oh…” she managed to say. Leo moved his palm up and down her smooth leg, all the while staring into her eyes. The surprise in her eyes melted away, and she stared at him with ardor.

She put an icy hand under his shirt, causing him to cry out. Rubbing his chest, she bit her lip. Their eyes never left one another.

Leo put his other hand over her breast, rubbing her nipple through the threadbare material of her nightgown. She moaned, her eyes closing to slits. She bit her lower lip harder, until he was afraid she’d make herself bleed.

Moving closer, he licked her bottom lip slowly. With a moan, she caught his lips with her own, clutching his sides underneath his shirt. They moved so that she was lying on top Gündoğmuş Escort Bayan of him, while he gripped her bottom. Their tongues mated fiercely.

With all the moving around, Viola’s nightgown bunched around her waist, and Leo’s hands made contact with her bare skin. She wasn’t wearing underwear. “Oh, Leo!” she cried out against his mouth, causing him to kiss her more passionately, all the while kneeding her bottom with his hands.

Viola moved slightly, causing Leo’s hand to slip forward. His finger brushed against her moist center, causing her to moan even louder. Extending a finger out, he moved it along her slit. Her moans became louder and more forceful. Parting her lips, he rubbed her bud of pleasure, noticing the way her hips started moving as soon as he did. She was still lying on top of him, so he switched their positions, putting her on the bottom. Then he sat her up, back against the back of the couch. He removed her nightdress and stared at her perfect breasts, tipped with honey-colored nipples. He licked each nipple, before moving off of the couch. Then, Leo caught her legs so that he was looking at her pussy. She spread her legs wide for him.

“Look at me, Viola. Watch me as I give you pleasure,” Leo instructed, almost breathlessly. He couldn’t believe he was touching her, and that she was letting him.

Viola’s eyes fluttered open, her face flushed. She watched as his finger dipped into her wetness and moved up to her swollen bud. His fingers rolled it around and around, and she began to moan again, staring intently as his fingers played with her.

“Don’t look away,” Leo reminded her.

He pushed her knees up so that her feet were planted on the couch beside her hips. Then he stretched out his tongue. He lapped at her moist center along her slit. Viola cried out and threw her head back but Leo took her lips with his own, letting her taste herself.

“Don’t look away, my love,” he whispered, and she nodded weakly, licking her lips.

With that, Leo stuck out his tongue again and began to swirl it around her bud. No matter how much she moaned, Viola made sure to watch. The sight of him giving her pleasure was mesmerizing.

Then, Leo looked up at her again. He took her hand in his and placed it on her breast. Escort Gündoğmuş “Play with your nipples while I make love to you with my mouth,” he murmured.

Viola did as he instructed, feeling her desire building up inside of her. She then watched in surprise as he enveloped her bud with his lips and began sucking with no abandon. She could no longer help herself, but began bucking against his face and screaming.

“Oh, Leo. Oh, Leo! OH LEO! OH OH OH… LEO LEO LEO LEO LEO,” she screamed as the floodgates opened inside of her and her climax swept over her in waves.

When she recovered, Leo was removing his clothing as she stared up at him from the flat of her back. His beautiful body glowed in the firelight, his member standing proudly to attention. “I want you,” he told her. Viola nodded passionately, her heart pounding quickly in her chest, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Leo began to kiss her neck. His fingers found her again, pinching her clit between his forefinger and middle finger. The pain was so pleasureful that he brought her to another edge. When she was writhing beneath him, stopping before she exploded, he finally positioned his member in front of her entrance.

“It’s going to hurt a bit at first,” he warned, but Viola smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I’m ready. I want you. I want you inside of me,” she whispered. Then she began to nibble at his neck.

“Damn. Damn,” Leo muttered. He clutched her bottom with one hand and raised her slightly to meet his throbbing penis. Then, while holding himself up with the other hand, he plunged into her. She cried out, locking her teeth on his shoulder, tears budding out of her eyes.

Careful not to move, so as to allow her to get used to his size, Leo groaned. When she stopped biting him, he kissed her wet cheeks, licking away her tears. Viola opened her eyes and took a deep shaky breath.

She moved her hips clumsily, but it was all the encouragement he needed. Leo began to move in and out of her, slowly at first. But once she began to move her hips to meet him, he quickened his pace. Their bodies crashed together over and over and over and over in a heated craze.

Viola felt her bud rubbing against him and, when she climaxed, she felt him pouring his seed into her at the same time with a yell of, “Viola. Oh God, Viola!”

They continued moving together until all of his seed had emptied into her. Leo collapsed on top of her, kissing her forehead, both of them breathing heavily.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she replied.

And they fell asleep that way, intertwined.

I had never done anything like this before. I was 25, single and bored. I worked in an office where everyone was much older than me and mostly male. I was lucky enough to own my own very small flat and had just bought my first car. I didn’t meet girls socially much and lived a long way from my family, having moved to get the job.

In those far off days before the internet there weren’t so many opportunities to hook up. But I had placed a personal advert, jokingly referring to me as a car:

“19** model man available. Low mileage hardly been driven. Looks and sounds good but has a tendency to run on after owner has switched off, due to surplus intellect. Suit experienced female driver who knows what she wants and how to ask for it. All offers considered, Mike.”

I got one reply:

“Mike, sorry to hear you suffer from pre-ignition. I need to know you are genuine so reply with your phone number or it is no deal, Lynne.”

Then she wrote:

“Take your chance adventurous stranger strike the bell and brave the danger

Or wonder, till it drives you mad, what would happened if you had.”

I was somewhat intrigued and did some research. Pre-ignition refers to a car engine running on after being switched off. She clearly knew more about cars than I did. The quote sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite place it.

After much indecision I had sent her my number and sent the next few days agonising over whether I should have done.

Saturday morning and I was lazily still in bed when the phone rang.

“Hello…”

“Hello Mike…” a rather throaty female voice, mature and sexy. Oh my god it must be her!

“Oh … hello!”

She laughed and started to ask me about myself, I told her everything she asked. After a while I plucked up the courage to ask her questions in return. She told me she had large breasts but a small bottom (rather awkward when buying clothes, she admitted). I didn’t ask her age but she was clearly older than me. She mentioned a town about fifteen miles away and a pub with a large car park. Before I knew it I was agreeing to meet her the following day for lunch there.

She added mysteriously “that gives us the afternoon if we want it”.

The following day I was nervous as hell. What if I got lost on the way and was late, I didn’t have her number? What if I crashed the car or it broke down or something? My hands were shaking as I drove into the pub car park.

I saw her sitting there in the sunshine at an outside table. It had to be her! She had tight trousers and a top that seemed to have difficulty restraining those splendid breasts. She was looking straight at me. My feelings were in conflict. She was clearly older than I imagined and I felt a surge of panic. What if I couldn’t perform? Suddenly I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to and it would be humiliating, she would feel insulted and it would be a disaster!

But Elmalı Escort it was too late to back out now, I got out of the car and walked across to her and introduced myself: “Thank God for that I’m starving!” she replied and instantly my nerves started to settle.

It was a lovely sunny day but we went inside and found a corner table. It didn’t seem long before we were chatting away as if we had known each other all our lives. I discovered she was single with a son in the army. I found I really liked her but I kept thinking that she was too old for me and I didn’t know how to let her down gently. As we had lunch and a drink (just one, we were both driving) I found myself staring at those breasts. She had a kind of halter top with a cut out section that showed a bit of cleavage.

Finally we walked back across the car park to her car which was a convertible with the top down. I admired it. “Like me” she said. “Not young but a lot of fun!” I laughed and she got in and looked up at me. She took a bit of paper out of the door pocket and wrote her number down. “So, if you want to see me again, give me a call.” I took the paper, unsure what to say or do.

She looked up at me expectantly. Suddenly I found the words coming out of my mouth: “Would it embarrass you if I kissed you?” She gave that throaty laugh and I was kissing her hard on the mouth.

“Next time!” She laughed as she pushed me back and drove off waving. I was sure everyone was watching as I stumbled back to my car, and I had asked if she would be embarrassed!

All the way home I turned the thing over in my mind. Part of me said she was too old, I didn’t really fancy her and it would be a disaster. She would want an experienced man who could give her what she wanted. I was young with a good job and to be brutal about it, I could do better.

Nevertheless I found myself thinking about her more and more over the next few weeks although I had plenty of other things to worry about. Things were not going well at work, we lost a big client. Finally I was called in to see the boss.

“I am sorry Mike, I don’t think we can carry on like this. You’re not performing. You’ve got brains, even knowledge, but you just don’t have that drive, that determination to succeed. I feel it, the clients feel it. I have given you enough chances, I’m sorry, I’ll have to let you go. You can have a month’s pay, but there’s no point dragging it out. Goodbye Mike.”

Mechanically I got up and shook his hand. I cleared out my desk and went home. I told myself they were making a mistake, I was good at my job and had good qualifications. I would easily find a better job. I sent my CV everywhere. I used all my contacts, I put on my best suit and went cold calling, nothing. I was running out of money.

One Sunday morning I found myself looking at the paper with her phone number on it. I picked up the phone and called Escort Elmalı her. There was a long silence down the phone after I said hello.

“Look Lynne I know it’s been a long time and I am sorry but…I really want to buy you lunch today at the pub, please.”

“I don’t know Mike, it’s not as if you could have been that keen on me is it? It’s going to be hot this afternoon, I was just going to be in the garden.” There was another long silence and then: “Be there in an hour and we’ll talk, don’t be late”.

I had a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Then I set off in my car to meet her, heart pounding. Fifty-five minutes and two traffic jams later I was speeding into the town when I noticed the fuel gage was nearly on empty. I pulled into a service station and then realised I had left my wallet at home when I changed by trousers. I couldn’t buy any petrol and wouldn’t be able to buy her lunch. Miserably I got drove to the pub, not knowing what else to do.

She was sitting where I first saw her with a drink in her hand. I walked over and sat down facing her. She looked me straight in the eye and ordered:

“Tell me!”

She was in shorts and a top that was even briefer that last time. I told her every last embarrassing detail, even down to my empty petrol tank. Finally she said:

“You don’t have to buy me lunch, I was cooking dinner anyway. Come on.” She stood up and took my hand. I followed her to the convertible. I found myself getting in and she reached across and kissed me softly on the lips while fastening my seat belt, then we were driving out of the car park while I was still trying to work out what was going on.

She drove fast and soon pulled up at the last in a row of terraced houses down a quiet cul de sac. We went in the lounge and she told me to sit down while she brought me a beer. Then she went to finish getting dinner. We started to eat, but I found myself entering a sort of dream like state, not really believing this was really happening. I remember starting to clear up when she excused herself and reappeared wearing a tiny bikini bottom and a t shirt. She walked out into the garden. When I came out to join her she was lying topless on a sun lounger. My god she had a lovely pair! She looked across at me and said: “I thought I would give you a proper look this time.” I stared at her for what seemed an age and then slowly took off my shirt, as it went over my head I heard her voice as if it was coming from inside my head “You don’t have to stop”. I found myself undoing my short and dropping them to the floor as I moved to the lounger next to hers. My boxers felt ridiculously tight and I realised I was tenting them out but it was if I no longer had any control over what was happening. We turned towards each over and she gently started to stroke my side with one hand while pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our Elmalı Escort Bayan tongues clashed as I found my hand sliding over her smooth skin towards that full soft breast.

I found myself pulling back breathing hard, wondering if we could be seen by any of the neighbours but then she drew my head into those superb breasts and I knew I was lost. I heard her give that deep throaty chuckle as her hand moved into my boxers, she gripped me and whispered into my ear. It was like I understood without hearing, I got up and walked into the house. She took me by the hand and led to the bathroom and I found myself running a bath, complete with bubbles. She stood behind me and carefully eased by boxers away from my body and then down to the floor. She gave me a single slap on the bottom and I understood I was to step out and turn round. Her eyes ran down my body and then, incredibly she produced a camera and photographed me standing there with my hard on pointing to the sky.

She helped me into the bath and proceeded to wash me lovingly while she held my head against her breasts. As if prompted by an inaudible question I said aloud:

“Nothing to be embarrassed about any more.”

She gave another throaty chuckle as she finished washing my hair and then said: “I think we both know there is one thing don’t we?”

My eyes flew open in shock “How long have you known?”

She chuckled again as she drew me out of the bath and wrapped me in the towel. “I’ve always known silly, but never mind, I’m going to take your virginity now, and when you come inside me, your will and your body will be mine as long as I want them to be.” She reached down to grab my balls and eased me onto the bed, I realised my arms were spreading open over my head as if I under a spell. She tossed away her bikini pants and straddled me easily. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear: “Resist darling, as long as you can, I want you to, the longer you resist, the harder under my spell you will fall.”

Then she eased me into her soft wetness, I gasped loudly at the sheer pleasure of it as I felt her core surround me. She sank deep almost straight away and I could feel her muscles massaging me. I felt I would spurt immediately but she shook her head and placed a finger on my lips as she rocked back and forth. She picked up my hands form the bed and forced them onto her breasts and I started to cup and squeeze her flesh until she suddenly gripped me with her arms and her thighs and rolled me over. That was it, I was on top and thrusting between her thighs for all I was worth and then she was shouting in triumph and suddenly I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back and then she screamed and dug her nails into my back and I was shooting everything I had into her unprotected womb and then it all seemed to go black.

I realised I was lying on my back totally drained and the camera shutter was clicking and then she was picking up the phone and dialling. I heard her say “Julie, come over whenever you like and take a look, he will be asleep soon. My last conscious thought was sucking at her breasts as she cradled my head and cooed at me “It’s OK baby, all done, sleep now my darling save your strength.”